I obsess over everything, but mostly social faux pas. Did I say the wrong thing? Am I being too quiet? Should I hide in a closet with a plate of food until everyone at the party leaves?
I know from neurosis. Seconds before writing this post, I heard “Hey Soul Sister” come up on our office’s playlist. I saw a visitor sitting someone from outside the company sitting in the lobby, and my bad broken brain thought, Oh no, what if she’s here for an interview and…
I was making peppermint bark last weekend, a treat this very website has described as “incredibly easy,” and I fucked it up. I had poured a layer of perfectly-tempered dark chocolate onto a parchment-coated sheet pan, and then I mixed peppermint oil into my white chocolate. Just as I was…