Freakin’ brownies!
Freakin’ Chocolate Brownies! My wife & son made CHOCOLATE BROWNIES today while I was at work. Seriously, not fair. NOT FAIR! I hear them in the kitchen calling to me. It’s only a short walk away - less than a minute if I’m quick. I could be there, eat a few brownies, maybe have some milk (because if you have brownies, you have to have milk - if it’s skim, you can eat an extra brownie, I hear) and be back here sitting at my computer, typing away, with nary a crum to give away my crime before you finished reading this ridiculously long, poor excuse for a run-on sentence. 
Alas, I won’t do it. Still, it was fun thinking about it. What does it mean when you are fantasizing about thinking about eating brownies? I’m sure it’s good for the soul, though, right?
Brownieless in Michigan.
