All I can think about today is the new kitchen and how wonderful it will be to fill the house with the smell of home baked cookies. I can't wait to roll my first batch of sugars or logs of biscotti on the island. I can smell the sweet scent of sugar and chocolate and Cinnamon. I can imagine cleaning up the light dusting of walnut remnants after hand chopping walnuts for my famous chocolate walnut cookies. I can hear SuperMoto's sigh of satisfaction as he sips ice cold milk with his feet up on the coffee table with a plate of chocolate chip cookies on his lap while the GeoDog is begging for cookies. I can imagine the scent of the cookies traveling down our drive in a dreamy cloud formation all the way to our new neighbor's house. 
They would slowly make their way to our back door in the classic zombie way following their noses to the plate of fresh cookies and fresh roasted bean coffee that is piping hot and awaiting their arrival. I think I need to make many more friends so that I have people to give fresh baked cookies to. I might even have to do the school bake sale or Farmer's Market just to satisfy the urge to mass produce delicious bits of sweet tastiness. I would send back cookies to Roy's previous office friends and to my family and hand them out to random people on the street like Mrs Field's did when she first got her feet wet in the cookie business. After that I would take a big nap and hope SuperMoto did all the dishes. Ahhh to dream.
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