I Burned My Breakfast

Yesterday morning my daily routine of warming up my pre-cooked breakfast almost turned tragic when a simple trip to the restroom which took too long due to an abundance of primping caused me to return to the scent of smoke filling the hallway.

 I-smell-something-burning

I rushed to the toaster oven in the kitchen to find my Sister Schubert’s Orange Rolls charred at the top and smelling anything but citrusy. Immediately I panicked! I mean I freaked out! What was I going to eat for breakfast? Would I have time to run out and get something? Would I have to be hungry all day, especially during a planned meeting? Would people hear my stomach growl? Would I have to wait to eat until a road trip to Jacksonville later that day. What would I do? What would I do? I was in a simple shock about breakfast, one of my top three meals of the day. I love (me) some breakfast!

Then, I looked further. Only a teenie, tiny portion of the orange rolls was burned, a very small morsel indeed. That little scorch sent a serious stench through the hallway, but it didn’t ruin my rolls. So, like the handy woman I am, I took a spoon, scooped off the stinky stuff and devoured the rest of my rolls.

The moral of this story is: Things are often not as bad as they seem. And if they are simply cut the crappy part and enjoy the rest. 

Cut-the-crap-and-enjoy

 @AngelaMMoore316

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