My grandma used to scold me for picking the good parts out of her trail mix. Im so sorry grandma but i am a fiend for m&m’s covered in peanut dust and salty raisins. In my big old age, i have discovered the joy of refilling one’s bag of trail mix after picking all of your favorite parts out. Prior to this habit, i would pawn off my leftover nuts on my father. Eventually, i think i will become an expert in trail mix-ing and will know precisely my preferred ratio of peanuts, cashews, almonds, raisins, and m&m’s but I’m not there yet guys
When your trail mix container is never emptied and you keep adding new types of trail mixes - my current trail mix has elements of wasabi, tex-mex, and chocolate caramel along with the usual suspects 🥘🥾
There’s no key to happiness, but I think this is part of it. Ask the deli guy how his day is going. Tell the lady who held the door for you to have a good one.
The good u put out into the world will come back to you tenfold. Today i chit chatted with the person making my lunch and then when their card machine wasn’t working, he gave me a big ole discount!! Super awesome I am so grateful 😁
After I got up and showered on Friday morning, I went down to the coffee shop on my block to get breakfast. As I was on my way home, the woman walking behind me said, “Oh, you look so cozy. You look like you woke up and thought I’m gonna get myself a coffee and crawl right back into bed!” Dear reader, that is exactly what I thought when I woke up that morning!
