Real talk: It’s STILL potatoes.

I wanted tater tots, today. Have not had any in years.

Rushed to the freezer and took out the package of tater tots I have been saving for a special occasion.

What was special about today? Absolutely nothing.

Tore into the bag, dump a bunch of frozen, delish looking tater tots into the pan,slap them into the cooler, set the timer and wait for halfway, so I could turn over them delish snacks and have some tasty, crispy tater tots!!

YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAASSSSSS!

*foreboding, foreshadowing music could be heard coming closer and closer*

At halfway’s end, I rush to turn over the delish tater tots. Except, however, nevertheless, said tater tots did not feel like turning over.

We, argued.

Loudly.

Vehemently.

Indignantly.

Alas, it appears the tater tots had won. For, there they lay, in a triumphant heap, taunting me, daring me to affix them into the tasty, golden, cylindrical potatoes spears they ought be.

I tried.

Indignantly.

Vehemently.

Loudly.

Finally, bowing in defeat, I looked at those dammned, mashed up, non cylindrical potatoes. Partially golden, and had but one thought…

They are STILL potatoes!

Ha!

Armed, with truth and ketchup, I devoured the ugly sitting in one sitting.

Ah.

Tasty.

Moral of the story, this story, beloveds?

When life hands you mashed up tater tots, slather them puppies with ketchup and have at it.

It’s STILL potatoes, you see. Yea, I currently am typing these words whilst wearing tore up glasses. Yet, I write. STILL.

As for tomorrow, I shall make an appointment to get some new glasses. Til then, my belly is full.

How is yours?

still here,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

• BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
• Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
• Still In Love
• REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
• IT ME!