So Boo told me my horizons were broadening too much. Ja, neh. Don’t we women just love to hear that? I ignored him.
After about the 20th time the children told me the same, I decided to look for myself. Sjoh. It ain’t pretty
I immediately decided to get my lazy horizons into gear. And started a fool-proof-no-failure diet
It was going well until day 2.
The b/fast menu reads like this
Breakfast: (no kidding, neh?)
5 x salticracks
1 x slice cheese
That’s when I did a Uey. Whaaa?
ONE slice cheese. With FIVE WHOLE salticracks? I couldn’t contain myself. Se-RI-ASS.
This was a predicament of note – do I cut the ONE slice of cheese in half and sandwich it between two salticracks, which leaves one absolutely bone dry? OR do I try getting five VERY TINY pieces out of ONE slice cheese?
The possibilities were one too many.
And just how big do YOU think the slice of cheese should be? They don’t even give one dimensions. NIKS.
I used my imagination. And convinced myself – if they said just one, I guess it can be a rather BEEG one, right?
I doubled up.
The horizon’s better shrink or else I won’t survive.