I have a massage scheduled for this afternoon, and a two-week vacation starting Sunday. I should be happy, but.... I can't help miss the extraordinarily fattening muffins they sold at my local grocer.
They were too large to grip one handed -- chocolate chip, blueberry, double chocolate, apple, and vanilla -- mouth watering deliciousness. They smelled as angels' crotches must.
They sold'em 'til last month, now all I can see is bran and carrot muffins everywhere. That or baked stuffs which are not freshly baked, for which I feel nothing but scorn.
It's enough to make a man weep.