C is for cookie

Today, Y informed me that I look prettier without my glasses. Duly noted. Thanks for the beauty tip, babe.
Apropos of beauty, I had the funniest "conversation" with M, Y's mother, in an attempt to help her with the instructions with her hair dye kit. What started in broken Arabic soon devolved into mime and then further into laughter. That's my favorite part-the laughter.

Also, I baked cookies today. Oh oven, you make me so happy.

Thesis watch: Enough with the pressure already!

Book rec: I'm re-reading Daphne DuMaurier's Jamaica Inn and so should you.

Cubbie Watch: Oh, God. Oh, God.