Thursday, February 11, 2010
It has taken years of careful research and trial and error but I finally have figured out the kind of gentleman that is perfect for me.
He enjoys eating the heel of the bread.
Maybe you think this is a little thing but I have mentally calculated how much bread I have disposed of in my lifetime and the numbers are huge. I am talking enough to feed a small village in Africa for a week.
Although with my luck, they won't like the end of the bread either.
White, wheat, honey wheat, whole grain, rye and on very special occasions I have been known to buy a loaf of pumpernickel..each and everyone one has two pieces that end up in the trash.
We do have a duck pond in our neighborhood but the request to go feed the two leftover pieces to the ducks no longer bring excitement to the Princess but eye rolls.
Maybe she knows the ducks are sick of the end pieces too.
So if I could just find a guy who not only doesn't mind the heel of the bread but actually LIKES it and looks forward to it, my world would be a perfect place.
Well, provided he finishes the last 1/4 of the soda bottle as well. That always ends up flat and poured down the sink.
Posted by Christine at 10:25 AM