Mallomars on the Mind

Let's face it. If an Oreo had a cookie cousin, a rich, upper-class, distinguished cousin, it would be the Mallomar. There is just something so amazingly perfect about a mallomar, that I am actually able to stop eating them after two. Chocolate. Marshmallow. Graham cracker. Mmmmm...They are perfect. Just perfect.

So this is what is on my mind today. I should be blogging about my stalled divorce/separation/marriage (this IS a first post, after all). Or the fact that there's probably a jar of salsa in the fridge the soon-to-be-ex bought a year ago which we will end up fighting for custody of. Or maybe, I should blog about the fact, that my (new) life is as ridiculous as I could have ever imagined it to be. But the truth is, today, I woke and thought about the fact that it's been a while since I've had a Mallomar. I love Mallomars. And, you know what? Maybe that thought is perfect, too.