From: Judith
Sent: Monday, May 04, 2015 4:05 PM
To: Monica
Subject: Trouble making Muffin or On the way to Weight Watchers
Good intentions gone
astray.
So there I was, half asleep, heading down the road to my
seven o’clock Weight Watchers meeting Saturday morning. The highway was
empty, and the day was still grey, as the sun was even slow to show up. I
was without my necessary coffee and toast, as is the usual habit before weigh
in. And then I saw it…the bakery sack.
On a weakened moment when I picked up our groceries last
night, I bought one cupcake for dinner desert to share with John . It had
apparently fallen out of the grocery sack and was laying there in all its
glory, hidden by the little white sack which it came in. .
I checked around me as I slowed to the high way stop
light. Just me and that inviting banana muffin. I opened the sack, pulled
the trouble maker out, and took a bite. I swallowed. The sweet deliciousness
made its way down my throat, and stuck, tripped up by my bad conscience!
“What am I doing?!! I barked as I hit “down” on the side
window. I flung the muffin as hard as
I could, not wanting to draw wildlife out to the highway with the smell of the
tossed muffin’s sweetness.
That’s when I realized I had hit the driver’s window of a
car that was in the turning lane next to me. Where the
driver came from, I haven’t a clue. I only know after the shock of him
registering that I had torpedoed him with a muffin, he looked scared.
What can one say at a time like this?
I have never ever been able to figure these predicaments
out…so I just slowly moved on.
Your Ramblin’ Lady,
Judith
