Cookies are a wonderful invention, especially those peanut butter ones with a Hershey’s kiss in the middle. I learned they’re called peanut butter blossoms about a month ago.
Incidentally, they can be the perfect compromise when my dad and I can’t decide between peanut butter or chocolate chip cookies. Which happened today. Hershey’s kisses are not something we keep stocked in the pantry, but fortunately I’m a born problem solver. No Hershey’s kisses? Chocolate chips are just smaller. Perhaps unfortunately, smaller kisses means smaller cookies. These were the result.
There were 143 of them, and they were delicious. I used the Betty Crocker recipe that comes up first when peanut butter blossoms is typed into Google.
To wrap that up and diverge into topics much more disgusting, I think my tooth with the horrendous cavity started breaking into pieces. There are some sharp edges that I haven’t noticed before. Luckily, someone else cancelled and my appointment’s been moved up to tomorrow. Thank you random person.
The weirdest part is that I had a nightmare a while ago about my teeth erroding and falling out. I think in the dream there was something about a horse jaw too, but my subconscious got the freaky holes-in-my-teeth feeling spot on. Cue internal meltdown. I’ve never been so excited to go to the dentist.
Brush and floss, kids.
In other news, I’ve been talking to my roommate in Alaska who I haven’t met yet. She seems super cool, which is great. There’s nothing like moving across the country to live with somebody you don’t know. So far I have talked to her about as much as I talked to my old roommate (who I lived with for a year), so I’m taking that as a good sign.
I’ll keep everyone updated on the tooth procedure going down tomorrow. Wish me luck.