so continues the series on Joy the Baker. I make notes to myself. How to live. How not to live… and how it’s ok if I burn the cookies.
YOU’RE ALLOWED a maximum of one freak-out per month. After said freak-out, get it together… call your mom, text your sister, walk it off, dance it out, massage it away, buy a new lipstick, fax your accountant, write your grandmother, and eat as many Tootsie Rolls as necessary.
Exceptions include: the nine months of pregnancy, tax season, and any month that contains one or more days of jury duty.