One Quick Thing

Why are all the directions for brownie mix incorrect? I checked all the boxes last weekend and found that each and every one of them is wrong. They’re all missing something vital and I just don’t understand it.

I couldn’t decide what variety to get which is how I got to looking at all the boxes in the first place. I was going to choose the type that was correct. Didn’t do me one bit of good and my choice dilemma remained.

Oh, you want to know what’s missing. You mean it’s not obvious to anyone but me. You’re messing with me, right? Come on, you all know what I’m talking about. You don’t? For real, I have to point it out to you?

Sigh. How disheartening. Alright. The step that is omitted from every brownie mix that my local store carries is “Add cinnamon to taste.” But you do that just like I do anyway, don’t you?

Some Stuff

So last night I was lounging around, wishing for something unhealthy to nibble and went off to scavenge the cabinets even though I knew there was nothing there. Lo and behold I was wrong. It turns out that the insane woman who timeshares my head brought home brownie mix at some point. Gotta love her even if she did commandeer yesterday’s blog after sitting around all day giggling like a giddy little girl for no good reason. Yeah, some days are a lot of fun around here. Too bad I’m the only one who can hear what all’s going on. Ooh, perhaps not. Anyway, there were chewy fudge cinnamon brownies last night, thanks to her. For that, I’m letting her stay.

I realized something about myself today. I can recite the alphabet backwards as easily as forward. Now there’s a marketable talent for you. I noticed when I was working on the weekly project I always do in reverse order. What I can’t figure out now is why I do it Z-A instead of just flipping over the stack as I go. Hmm, I wonder if I can blame that one on her too.

I saw a rat this morning. A fairly small rat, not a big scary run screaming rat. Right around the corner from my house there’s a historical marker commemorating the site of the first Boscov’s department store in Reading. The rat was poised there, gazing up at it. I wondered if it’s on vacation and doing a little sightseeing around town. Kind of surprised me that a rat would choose to do its day trip to that particular spot but perhaps it holds some kind of family memory.