Everyday dose of Reality
The other day I made cookie bowls & blackberry whipped cream to go with them. I had one before everyone devoured them all. Today rolled around and dinner is over, but I have a smidge of a sweet tooth. I have done very well on this whole dropping weight thing and I just wanted one little cookie. Looking back over my lifetime, I am fully aware that my “wants” are obscenely different than what the universe has planned for me.
The other day, I had one of those Craptastic days. In case you are not aware Craptastic is officially a week day. Sunday, Monday Craptastic, Wednesday and so on and so forth. It might have been a while since you have had a Craptastic day in your week. Within 10 minutes of waking for the day, something, somewhere goes a muck. This will normally allow you to mentally prepare for how you guess the rest of the day will treat you.
Today seemed, like a normal day. In fact up until about 45 minutes ago everything was going fine. Turns out it is the tail end of the day that has big plans for me.
Back to the cookies or the lack there of. In light of my tiny sweet tooth, I decided to make a batch of chocolate chip cookies. I just wanted a small cookie with a dollop blackberry whipped cream. I was apparently asking for far too much. I made the cookies and waited until they were almost cooled before I hit the fridge for the whipped cream. I grabbed the container, the lid was loose and flew one way. The whipped cream container slide out of my hand, flipping in the air, hit me in the chest, rolled down my leg and landed upside down on top of my foot. I yelled for Macgyver to help me and he came running. He found me dripping in the kitchen, holding the door to the fridge open because cream chunks were falling out. He had the nerve to stand there and laugh at me before he started cleaning me up.
After the clean up the children appeared. Funny how that happens isn’t it? I found out the 11 year old child had been in the whipped cream and could not get the lid back on. I guess it served me right wanting blackberry whipped cream on a cookie while losing weight. I grabbed a cookie and headed back to my office with my faithful sidekick, Orthos, by my side. Then my cookie fell apart in pieces onto the floor and Orthos quickly ate it. After all of that effort, I was left with a tiny piece between my index finger and thumb. I guess that is literately how the cookie crumbles.