Arrowroot Cookies/passageway to adulthood.
I’m just so happy I know how to do these cookies! I feel like…a TEENAGER. Like I can just go? In this drawer? And open this bag? And weigh, it says, wait, 30 grams of cookies, and—I know, I know—but that’s twenty carbs, so, look, it’s like, then, I could just go? In the fridge? And pour myself a glass of milk? Like you see teenagers do in tv shows? But they drink out of the container, which looks like fun, but also kind of gross? But you know? It’s like how it will be when I have my own apartment? Just going in, getting food, weighing the food, doing the math or whatever, eating milk and cookies whenever I want.
Here suggested well wishes = applicable Arrowroot cookie day.