NONSENSE OF LATE

I have been eating a lot of Peanut M&Ms, currently the Valentine's Day colors. Sometime in December I became slightly addicted to them. Something about being able to buy candy that changes to coordinate with the seasonal celebration. And when I buy a bag of the classic colors I suddenly become very obsessive compulsive making sure I eat an equal number of each color: red, yellow, orange, blue and green. Which means I always eat at least five at a time, but usually ten. Or fifty.

I have fallen in love with the Ugg boots Aaron's mom gave me for Christmas. I wear them from the moment I get home from work until I get into bed, and then when I get out of bed in the morning until I put on my shoes for work. I wear them all weekend and I would sleep with them on, except Aaron made a "no shoes in the bed" rule. He assured me that if I ever need to jump out of bed and flee the house due to fire or intruder, I would have time slip on my Uggs first.

For about two weeks I've been cleaning out every closet, drawer and cabinet in the house. I probably do this once a year, maybe twice. But this time I am digging deep. I even cleaned out my sock drawer, which is something I haven't done in a very very long time. I just never think about it. Seriously, when was the last time you thought about the contents of your sock drawer? You might be surprised what you find you've been holding on to. For instance, I don't think I really need sixteen pairs of black socks. And when was the last time I wore this red pair with a puff-painted cat wearing a Santa hat? Ummmmm, I'm in to seasonal candy these days. Not socks. Although, really, I do love holiday socks, just not this pair from 1992. Even though I'm quite sure they were a thoughtful gift from my mom because the cat resembles my old cat, Missy. But sometimes you just got to let go, you know, purrrrrge. Sorry bad joke. Couldn't help it.

In keeping with this year's theme, I have had pancakes three times this week. Wait! Before you judge, just wait. I found. Possibly. the most wonderful. most ingenious. most life-changing product. Ever. Pancake batter. IN A CAN. Like Cool Whip. Or Cheez Whiz. Wait! Before you judge, just wait. You should know that I was very skeptical. I was all like: what the heck, you can't squirt pancake batter from a can, that's disrespectful and surely disgusting.

Internet, I was wrong.

Batter Blaster makes delicious, light, fluffy pancakes and it's organic. I can have one at a time, or eight. And there's virtually no mess to clean up! Dear Batter Blaster, thank you for putting pancakes literally at my fingertips and with easy clean up to boot. If you need a spokesperson, someone to shamelessly market your product, hang out in grocery stores over a hot griddle squirting out fresh pancake samples for the shoppers, stand on street corners in a pancake costume passing out free cans, go on Oprah and tell how your product helps me live my best life, I'm your girl. And I will do it all for a lifetime supply of Batter Blaster. Because I believe in you Batter Blaster. I believe in your potential to make breakfast a blast. You rock my world.

Oh my! I think I may have just had my most brilliant idea ever. A Pancake Stand! Like a hot dog stand, only pancakes, with any topping you can imagine! and bacon. Watch out vacant lot on South Congress - here I come!