Miss Piggy would be so proud

I had to leave a little early for work the other morning. Hubby normally takes our 14 year son to school but this one particular morning, hubby had to go to the dentist, so I had to take our son, which resulted in me leaving the house a little early in order to drop him off and then get to work on time myself.

If I would have left at my regular time, I probably would have fixed myself my infamous grits which consists of a pack of instant grits mixed with milk instead of water. Then after it is done, mix a dollop of sour cream in the grits, followed by a lil' butter and cheese. Don't knock it until you try it. OMG...I can taste them now. So instead of me having time to get my grub on, I left on an empty stomach.

When I got to work, I was sooo hungry. Anything would do. I would have eaten a giraffe if it was cooked to perfection. So I'm looking through my drawers, (knowing I don't have any snacks here). But in my mind, something, anything... if two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree would have mysteriously appeared, I would have been happy.

I looked in my mini fridge that is in my office (I'm actually harboring it for about a year until a co-worker can come back for it) and I found some cheese. Oh yes, I'll eat this. That didn't do anything and then the lady who I ordered girl scout cookies from, came and brought over the cookies. Temptation had set in because I ate a whole sleeve of them shortbread cookies. Dog-gone shortbread! Tasty. I almost felt guilty but that left me in an instant. It was like the best ever.

Lovingly yours,