- I went out to eat this morning and brought myself home a muffin, fully intended on eating it once I was hungry again.
So it becomes later and I get hungry whatever, so I'm all "oh hey, muffin!"
Travel all happily into the kitchen.
No muffin.
Blink a few times, rub at my eyes, check to see if I'm going blind.
Still no muffin.
Becoming sort of worried now, so I find my mom and ask her if she's seen my muffin.
She tells me- without a hint of sympathy- that she threw it away because she's on a diet and didn't want to eat it.
Wait.
What.
No.
It was my muffin.
Why mom. Why.
I tell her- with a lot of depression- that it was my muffin, and she wasn't suppose to touch it anyway.
She apologizes.
No.
Sorry won't bring back my muffin mom. It just wont.
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Muffin killer.
























