My life is one big justification. I worked twelve hours today and therefore I can eat a barrel of cookies. The power was out this morning and therefore I needed a triple tall soy latte from Starbucks. I work really hard and therefore deserve a cinnamon scented broom. You heard that right. Cinnamon. Scented. Broom.
Horatio complained that he was out of cinnamon for his oatmeal. He asked if it would be reasonable to grind up some of my broom. I didn’t think this was funny. We mustn’t degrade the cinnamon broom.
As I sit here in the cinnamon scented utopia that is my apartment… wearing my owl pajamas… eating pumpkin ice cream that somehow jumped into my cart this evening… I am content.
Peace, love, patchouli AND cinnamon – Portland Pollyanna