min hashamayim

after my adventure i definitely needed some sort of comfort. in deciding between food (yogurt, falafel, and ice cream being the primary candidates for comfort-food in my life lately) or friendship I decided to seek out some of my brooklyne homegirls (read: fellow maimo alumnae). Sharona not only had wise words, but she had corn muffins and hot cocoa. She also had my favoritest kind of yogurt ever, which she had bought just today without really knowing why. (her shopping companion was there to vouch for her having had a whole discussion about how she really only needed plain but somehow was compelled to get this kind too anyway.) Now there's a hashgochoh story...