...the doorbell rings and its my neighbor, who I really don't know, bringing a platter of cookies and chocolate covered pretzels to my door.
I was so proud of getting through the holidays relatively unscathed on the scale, but now I have this plate of homemade treats on my counter looking at me.
It was a really nice gesture for sure - something that doesn't happen much anymore I'd guess, but man, it's like I'm a freaking magnet.
I live on an acreage in the middle of nowhere and cookies still magically appear in my house!




