All day yesterday I was fiending for gingerbread. I mean that literally. I woke up at 5:30 am (I know, I hate my life too) smacking my morning breathed lips and thinking of the spicy, ethereal goodness. I didnt think about it for the next hour and a half on account of the fact that I was trying not to throw up my lungs on a treadmill, but rest assured, the craving returned on the sweaty drive home.
I made it through the day looking at gingerbread recipes on various websites and trying not to touch myself (they frown on that here at work).
When I finally made it out of the office, I sped to the Trader Joes (Mecca) baked goods aisle. And Internet, it is a miracle I didnt tear into that package with my teeth right there in the store. I made it all the way to my car where I tore into it with my keys. Which I think is slightly more dignified.
6 days ago
1 comment:
I think I would definitely have opened them while in line to buy them.
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