it’s over, Johnny.
this ridiculous obsession with baked goods.
cake, cookies, brownies, muffins, what have you.
it’s seriously out of control.
damn you, starbucks, and your amazing lemon poppy seed loaf
damn you, dunkin hines, and your amazing brownie mix (that i could eat in batter form, as well as in brownie form)
i’m done i tell you.
desserts, be gone.
except for these. these are allowed.
please, if you see me, and you see me reaching for the dessert…just slap a big ole hand on my ass or do a little pillsbury dough boy finger push into my belly flab. i’ll get your hint. trust me.