Because *I* have hot chocolate.
No, not the *boxed* kind. The kind where you are desperately watching your milk so it will scald and not create that thin, horrifying slimy film on top. With cocoa. And sugar. And vanilla. And *cinnamon*. And you and your whisk mix and mix and *mix*.
And you drink it and are content with the world.
Things That Amuse Me
Vocabulary word: lope
Child: Mama, is this sentence okay? "I loped when I got to the gym."
Me: What's wrong with "I loped to the gym?"
Child: *appalled* MOM! You can't *run to the gym*! It's wet outside! It's against the rules. You have to *walk*.
I need *inspiration*. Or maybe more hot chocolate. Hmm.