I'm going to start this post by saying, "Sarah, you were right."
Some time ago...three months ago, I misplaced a bag of dark chocolate M&Ms. Maybe I shouldn't say replaced. Maybe I should say I attempted to hide them from my husband and in the process hid them from myself, as well. In any case, I couldn't find them. I was sure I had them somewhere, and I was almost positive I didn't eat them, but they eluded me.
I was watching Little Women while pretending to clean the house. I had just swept and vacuumed the stairs and was thinking about how I needed to change the decoration on top of my little red drawer set. I keep all my random out-of-season and unused decorations in the green hutch in our hallway, so I decided to look through there to see what I could pull out. I opened the bottom drawer and dug around for a while, unsuccessful. I moved on to the top drawer and oh my goodness there were my M&Ms!
And Sarah, my day definitely did turn awesome. Although the M&Ms taste a little off and smell like cinnamon.