Yesterday, my brother tricked me into doing some weird half-assed workout thing. I clearly did this wrong, since instead of my triceps being all "wtf?" my shoulders are absolutely killing me. The rest of my family is conspiring to make me disown the entire lot of 'em. SPN nearly left me rocking back and forth in a corner. And I may or may not be suffering a Remix related mental breakdown (hint: I totally am).

None of this, however, compares to the fact that I have the most perfect strawberry shake in all of creation. It's like it's is made from heaven. Or, homemade ice cream and real strawberries. Whatever.

While the food to fix stress and emotional upheaval and, well, whatever ails you theory is the reason I am currently the size of a small house, I feel that it is still the best of all solutions. I would totally implement this problem solving technique if I were to ever become motivated enough to actually take over the world!

Kids not learning enough? Let's give them cake as a incentive! Economy in trouble? Bake sale! Homeless? How about some fresh baked bread? International relations getting tense? Time to bust out the fresh-from-the-oven cookies!

Can you stay mad with a fresh-from-the-oven cookie? If the answer is yes, by the way, you might check to make sure you actually have a soul. And then get some chocolate or something.