“Does this smell OK to you, because i thought brownies were supposed to smell good?”

well unfortunately for yours truely, no one taught the art of brownie making to me. as i conquered the awful smell, i took a handful of gooey, melty, chocolate milk like brownie in my hand and took a mouthful.

to my surprise it tasted… fantastic. as i gobbled the entire pan i had just baked i realized, “i’m out of milk.” as i scavenge the kitchen for a gulp of anything, i rip open the fridge to nothing but a thick jug of lemonade. as i struggle to open the cap of this incredibly stubborn top, i feel my breathing begin to struggle! i muttered through the sticky glob in my mouth, “i need something to drink”, though an unsuccessful cry landed in the paws of my dearest friend jay.

my knees buckle and as i fall headlong toward the floor, i grasp the edge of the counter to ease the blow, yet the fruitless effort left me face first on the cold, ceramic tile.