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 Yesterday was a good day.

I got a lot of work done, actually turned my camera on for a Teams call (I don't usually) and my boss left cookies on my desk for me.

He has a major sweet tooth and he told me he was going to find something sweet in the cafe, did i want anything?  I told him i was eating protein and salads, sweets didn't count.

I had to run to another office to pick up my brand new official stamp, and when i came back there were two freshly baked cookies on my desk.

Damn it.

It's rude to turn down a gift.  Especially cookies.

I'm sure it won't bust my diet.

Then last night i threw a temper tantrum on the phone with my bestie because.......i had to cook dinner.

I've been meal planning to eat healthy and to save money....eat purposefully.  That requires cooking dinner every night except for my planned "leftover" nights.  Last night was a chicken stir fry that required a lot of chopping and making the sauce from scratch.  I didn't feel like it.  I didn't have a choice, because i'm not giving myself the choice.  So i bitched about it.

It was good.  I'll add it into the rotation and my old fashioned recipe book so i don't forget about it.  The second portion got packed and thrown into the freezer.  I've been freezing portions of meals getting ready for the possible surgery on my knee.  But that's a different blog.

Because i was a "good girl" i allowed myself some time to play animal crossing on my switch.  I'm trying to fancy up my island so my daughter is impressed and so my grandaughter will love it.  Low and behold, they were online and I got to play with my grandaughter and talk/see my daughter on facetime at the same time.  This, is one of my favorite things to do.  My grandaughter and i being silly and running around together virtually, and seeing my daughter on the phone.  

Now, how do i get my son to play too?  I don't know if it's possible but i'm gonna find out, bet your ass.

This must be why i bought the switch, which seemed a very impulsive buy at the time.  Everything works out for the best.

Hoping for another happy day today.  

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