a month of love/day twenty five

I know what you're thinking.  This is not a heart.  But you would be wrong.  At least give me this, okay?  It's bad enough that for some strange reason my cookies that I bake ALL THE TIME, failed for some strange reason.  They fell flatter than a pancake.  But three of them united especially for me so that I wouldn't be as sad.  Thank you my little cookie friends.