The following harrowing saga takes place in Food Court. Alas, the case of The Almost Brownies was soooooo egregious, it was almost too much to share…*gasp*
Attempts had been made, by the dastardly Cook, to destroy the evidence and poison the jury pool. Fortunately, alternates were found, and a hearing was held.
The Universe was tapped as The Prosecutor. God played the judge as…*shrug*. He already had a robe on so got the part.
Cassandra, woefully short of brains, dumbly chose to defend herself…*shouts of no could be heard extending from the peanut gallery*.
lol…
I made another attempt at homemade brownies. I don’t know why I keep putting myself through these changes. I can never get them right. I either overcook them, or I undercook them. There has been no happy medium. OMG!!!
I am almost ready to give up on them. Store bought brownies are looking better and better to me.
These stupid brownies are metaphor of my life right now. I just can’t seem to get things right. I will keep trying. creating something from nothing is not easy. It takes a lot of trying and failing. Failing and trying. Ack.
I just stopped by to encourage you to keep on trying. Keep on burning those brownies. We shall get it right sooner or later. Or, kill a bunch of brownies in the process.
Be encouraged. Laugh along the way. Enjoy the journey.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: 🤣
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- 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.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 