I’m in a huge kerfluffle or that other word that I am not sure I know how to spell correctly. Talk about spelling… since I don’t know how to spell “misspell” correctly, I just say… spelled it incorrectly. But once again I digress. I’m good at digressing. I’m also good at babbling. Which should be 100% obvious here right now!!! Anyhow. About the kerfluffle. Is that even a word? I ask that question A LOT. We used to call made up words “Gilisms” but that’s for another day.
I have been hungry for a Three Musketeer bar for DAYS now. DAYS, I tell you! Not just a candy bar. No “any old” candy bar will do. I am specifically hungry for a Three Musketeer bar. The funny thing is this. Since I went through chemo, I don’t even LIKE chocolate. Before chemo it was like a food group to my body. Now it tastes like eating acid. Not that I ever truly have tasted acid. But I can imagine… I’m good at imagining. Oops. Another digression.
So my kerfluffle is this. I would have to get dressed tonight (I am NOT sitting here naked. I am ready to crawl into bed!) and get in the Tundra and drive somewhere to buy a Three Musketeer bar. Heaven forbid if I would actually WALK to the little convenience store about a mile away. Or ride my bike! That would take exercise. This is getting ridiculous.
Anyhow, I DO have a Betty Crocker fudgy brownie or is it fudgey brownie mix. If I made them, I’d have enough chocolate treats for the next two weeks. Which is a perfect amount of time… but that’s another digression. But I would have to do all of that measuring and mixing and spreading and baking and the timing. OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS… it tires me out just to think about all of that work!!!
Sooooo I guess what I’ll do is drink a glass of water. With a handful of M & M’s. They’re left over from Christmas. HAHAHA!!! That should really satisfy my longing for a Three Musketeer bar. Right?
But THAT my friends is a topic for another day. Right now I am tired after all of this thinking.