Happy Meals

I hate forgetting. There was a building on the corner that they tore down, and it was last week, but I can’t really remember it anymore. There are recipes that I don’t remember and it could make me cry I loved them so much. The one for brown edged sugar cookies, I can’t remember for the life of me.
Of course certain things are best forgotten; it would just be too painful to remember. Think how stuck you would be if you remembered everything. It would take you an hour or a lifetime to cuss and cry through it before you could even get out of bed in the morning. I just wish I had more control over what stays in and what gets sifted out.
Ferd got ten points for doing so many good things this past week, and he had no problem not forgetting it, so we aren’t making dinner tonight. We’re going out for Happy Meals.

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