I love sprinkles. Sometimes I love sprinkles so darn much, I think it might be an addiction. You know, like something might be wrong with me that can be actually diagnosed by one of those white-coated people carrying around apples and their (too-)high-minded(-for-Ala) intelligence who look at you through their sleek prescription lenses. One of my med student friends told me that half or more in the profession wear fake glasses because it makes you look like you know what you’re doing even when you don’t–and apparently, the “don’t” part is a pretty frequent thing, especially for new residents. My trust level for doctors has plummeted exponentially since I learned this little fact.
Huh. I wonder why.
Anyway, sometimes my sprinkles addiction gets almost as bad as my stuffed animal addiction, and then it turns into something like this:
I still want to finish watching that movie, by the way. My family had the good grace to turn it off 15 minutes before the end because we had a Thanksgiving meal to carve into. Like, seriously? What do we have to be thankful for if we can’t find out what happens to the cutest girl and fluffiest unicorn in the world?!
Only kidding. I love my family. But I also love sprinkles and stuffed animals, to a possibly indecent extent.
And there’s just so many of them!! Okay, so I’ll admit that I went a little crazy. I went a lot crazy. In fact, if you aren’t starting to get the nagging feeling that something about this post is uncharacteristically Wolfe-ian stream-of-consciousness, you probably need to wake yourself up with a bite of these amazing, scrumptious, gooey, deathly-sweet, it’s-so-sprinkly!!! funfetti cookie butter bars. Because that’s definitely what my nerves are strung up on at the moment, and let me tell you–it’s feeling pretty darn good for a sugar rush.… Read more