The Missing Brownie Incident
The funny thing is that you should have known there would eventually be no more brownies in the pan.
You ate them all. Every last one of them.
They should have lasted you much longer, because someone had cut them into tiny perfect squares.
There were a lot of tiny perfect squares at the beginning.
Even halfway through the pan, there seemed to be quite a few tiny perfect squares left.
It was only a little while ago that you noticed the tiny perfect squares were dwindling in number.
Then there was that night when you said, "Oh, the hell with it," and you ate all the remaining tiny perfect squares in one silly binge while you watched The Biggest Loser on television.
So, now there are only crumbs left in the pan, and just this morning you did the finger press thing and ate up all the crumbs as well, after muttering to yourself, "Today, I must really pick up another pan of brownies at the store."
Life seems so replaceable sometimes.
Well, except for certain things, like good health, honesty, commitment, friendship, love, and a bunch of other abstract notions. Sometimes, those things are a bit harder to replace.
I wonder what you would do if there were no more pans of brownies at the store?
Perhaps the date squares or the strawberry and custard tarts?
Lovely with a cup of Earl Grey tea.
The funny thing is that you should have known there would eventually be no more brownies in the pan.
You ate them all. Every last one of them.
They should have lasted you much longer, because someone had cut them into tiny perfect squares.
There were a lot of tiny perfect squares at the beginning.
Even halfway through the pan, there seemed to be quite a few tiny perfect squares left.
It was only a little while ago that you noticed the tiny perfect squares were dwindling in number.
Then there was that night when you said, "Oh, the hell with it," and you ate all the remaining tiny perfect squares in one silly binge while you watched The Biggest Loser on television.
So, now there are only crumbs left in the pan, and just this morning you did the finger press thing and ate up all the crumbs as well, after muttering to yourself, "Today, I must really pick up another pan of brownies at the store."
Life seems so replaceable sometimes.
Well, except for certain things, like good health, honesty, commitment, friendship, love, and a bunch of other abstract notions. Sometimes, those things are a bit harder to replace.
I wonder what you would do if there were no more pans of brownies at the store?
Perhaps the date squares or the strawberry and custard tarts?
Lovely with a cup of Earl Grey tea.
