You know those people who are a sqooch smarter than the average bear?
Hold on minute, in no way am I putting myself down. Jeepers, I spent 1.5 hours this morning learning more about sleep, Folic Acid, Fulvic Acid and Humic Acid. I took notes like a preppy school girl. I learned oodles.
I am talking about those people out there, that seemed to get an extra helping of smarts. They love to talk about the state of world affairs, religious topics, math and astronomy, books they are reading and who wrote what book.
Amazingly enough they are more interested in learning a new chess opening than they are about fashion or sprinkles.
See, this is where I shine. I love talking about sprinkles and colors.
It takes both kinds of folks to make the world swirl happily along.
In an effort to help make the world a more balanced and happy place, today, I baked cookies.
Cookies for Mr. Right to take to his chess teacher. Tonight is Wednesday. Wednesday is chess lesson night. His teacher is an octogenarian plus some, he speaks five languages and came to America while fleeing his (at the time) war-torn country of Hungary. Sadly, he is a recent widower.
The conversations those two have sure put a spring in Mr. Right’s step. Before you ask, the answer is yes, he comes home with books and home work each week. The next answer is yes. He does all his home work and then some.
Happily, I like to bake and share.
Today, I baked cookies. I decided on sugar cookies shaped like squirrels. Then I went that extra step and made them with purple sprinkles.
Thanks to me, two smarty pants fellas will have a few cookies and a laugh. A real belly laugh.
Really , who on earth bakes purple squirrel cookies for two intelligent men?
A smart girl, that’s who.
Oh dear, look, one broke, I should probably eat that, ha.