i'm addicted to cookies.

Really. Somewhere in the second trimester, I started indulging myself. A lot. But I was still working out (on a cheap Chilean elliptical machine) every day. By the end of the third trimester, we hiked hilly hikes several days per week. A severe ice cream fetish set in. Now I've just finished the fourth trimester, but I haven't managed to kick the cookie habit.

{cookie monster by the crafty pirate
great shop, great name of shop!}

I was talking about this with S, when I realized that I'm addicted to cookies would be a good blog post title.  Then I mentioned that:

H: Even though I act so nonchalant about it, I'm actually passionate about my blog. Obviously meaning that I think about it all the time.
S: Well, we're passionate about many things. And those things change with our age.
H: So you're saying this is a phase? But what if I blog till I'm 90?
S: Who knows?

Have you ever thought about how long you would be blogging? 

Are we, dear friends, going to grow old together?