i've been contemplating posts all morning. one about peanut butter and almost coming to blows over whether or not it's on sale. one about doing the happy, but also depressing, math about this summer's debt end extravaganza. and then i got a phone call. there's a completely adorable, and very tiny, indian woman who sells her food aroudn town and at farmer's markets. she's been working on me to bake and sell at farmer's markets too, which would be awesome...except i don't have a certified kitchen and i don't have the very important insurance. she does have these things, and it seems as though she has a proposition. we have a little meeting set up for monday. i am excited. and nervous. and wondering what to bake for our lunch date.
i'm going to be a basketcase until monday lunch. lucky matt will be working all weekend, and i'll be home baking cookies until my hands fall off. which is ultimately what i want out of life so i should be excited right. and not nervous. and not worrying already because there might be nothing to worry about. i can't wait to hear what she has to say.