Jul 11
the muffin thieves
I bought myself four tasty muffins yesterday.
Four.
I had one for breakfast this morning.
One.
I looked forward to having one tomorrow. And one Thursday, and Friday.
One.
I got home tonight to find none left.
None.
My family members ate them all.
Sigh.
And blamed me for not leaving a note explicitly stating that the muffins shouldn’t be devoured. In all other cases, they ask, “who does this cake/pizza/mango/etc. belong to?” But not this time.
So no muffins left for me. This really put me in a crappy mood after a long day and driving in a car with no air conditioning - even after seeing a movie with Theresa and having a fun time.
Sigh. Maybe I’m just tired and cranky.
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