S’mores Whoopie Pies     I’m currently in the throes of packing
up my apartment to get ready for the move to Dallas (where my
BEST FRIEND HANNAH lives!!!!!). Nothing is as good at making me
feel like a hoarder as moving is.   Seriously, you guys. Where
did all this STUFF come from? Why did I feel compelled to hang
on to every piece of mail I ever received over the past three
years?  Craft supplies? What possessed me to buy those??
Plastic bucket I impulse bought from Target for $1? Check. Bags
from online shopping purchases that I just kept forgetting to
throw away? Check. Almost-empty conditioner bottles from those
times when I don’t run out of shampoo and conditioner at the
same time? Check check check.  Would like to take this
opportunity to thank the wonderful people at Goodwill for not
judging me for the… five trips I’ve made to their fine
establishment in the past week with donations ranging from
clothes to bags to books. They just smile, ask if I’d like a
receipt, and tell me to have a nice day.   Do