Thursday, February 23, 2006

WHERE'S IYANLA IN MY TIME OF NEED?

Of course the single blueberry glazed donut left in the grocery store donut bin has a bite mark in it (according to my husband who just phoned home to let me know). Guess that means it wasn't meant to be, right? Dag, man. The culprit could have at least ate the whole pastry as to not tease fiends like Self. That's just plain wrong. During the course of my vent eye have decided to settle for Tofutti Cuties. That's not so bad.

*Please keep me from eating this whole box?
[Plea for self-help]

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