going soft

Last week a friend told me I've gone all "kind, and soft, and mushy and cookie-baking." And he's right. I'm in this odd little alternate universe where I want to stay home and bake and clean and organize. I want to cuddle up on the couch and watch romantic Ashton Krutcher movies and fairy tales (think Ever After). I'm listening to love songs and wearing my hair curly and NOT wearing black. It's odd, this softness. I need to get to the bottom of it and quickly, before I lose my cutting wit and sass. And before I gain 5 pounds from sampling everything I bake.