Two very unexpected things happened last night. First, I was baking cookies for a holiday party. Not baking exactly...they were the ready-to-bake Pillsbury variety. And a snowman oozing with Christmas cheer atop each one. After they were done, I had enough dough to a)make 12 more cookies, b)eat the entire remaining batch raw or c)throw them down the garbage disposal and watch as the last smiling snowman melted into oblivion. I chose c. Afterwards, I felt a feeling I've not felt before. It was a strange mix of sadness, relief and emancipation. I had never thrown cookies away...not even the dough (cookies with potential). It was like hitting your funny bone...you don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Then, I received a piece of very good advice. From the most unexpected source...Rush Limbaugh. He was a guest on William Shatner's Raw Nerve, a show I came to love when Fran Drescher confessed she never thought she'd love another dog again after her Pomeranian, Chester, passed away, and how she'd been dating guys for five years that never really did it for her. I heart you, Fran Drescher!
But last night was Rush Limbaugh. Captain Kirk asked him something about his addiction to OxyContin and he said "When you are addicted to something, your life becomes all about not running out of that." Hmmm...very true. Two haircuts ago, I was still running to the grocery story every night for a hit. And when Ralph stopped carrying my Jello sugar-free chocolate mousse, I freaked out, ran to every store within a five mile radius until I found it, and bought enough packages to be charged for "possession with intent to distribute" if anyone ever looked in my fridge. Except I had no plans to distribute. No one was going to lay a hand on my mousse.
Ok...so now you know. I don't share well. And I'm addicted (or was) to chocolate mousse and William Shatner.