In many ways, this little icon describes my inner child today.

The adult is going about her business, getting things done that piled up yesterday while I was at work. 

But part of me wants to go out and play. Though I could hardly tell you what that would look like. I have a feeling if I WAS my inner child today, I would be sent to bed without any supper. For most likely NOTHING would suit me.

But I am still going to do the laundry.

Maybe I will bake my inner child some cookies.

Nothing is so messed up that cookies and milk cannot make better.  Even marginally better.

Cookies it is.

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Chocolate Raisin Cookies.
My oh my....