I opened up my pantry to stare at my cereal selection for awhile until my stomach relayed which one it wanted to my brain and during the processing I saw a tied up bag of baby marshmallows.
Mmmm. baby marshmallows, I’d lak ta hav mez sum a thoze I thought as I reached for the bag. but… the tie. was tied way too tight. and I didn’t feel like unwinding it just for marshmallows. so I didn’t.
So just so we’re all clear here…
Untying a twist tie… on a plastic bag… of baby marshmallows… was too much work for me. so I moved on.
UPDATE: A few minutes later I rediscovered half a steak in the fridge from the other night and decided steak & eggs sounded good, so I’m crackin mah eggs all up in mah bowl like a pimp and walking over to the garbage to throw out the shells instead of doing the cracking in a closer proximity to said garbage. and each time I do this (I made 4 eggs), I’m thinking “the energy its taking to make this unnecessary trip could have been put towards securing yourself some of those baby marshmallows you know”. I scramble up them eggers and I’m thinking “you know, even this is kind of a chore that you could have split between grabbing some of those baby marshmallows – and plus, the steak is still fridged and gonna need heating. you know what you’re gonna be thinking about THEN dontcha”. and of course I did.
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