Susan had a really m*therf*cking rotten day at Acme Sweatshop, one that required blueberry pancakes for dinner. Plump, explosive blueberries in fluffy pancakes was the only thing she could think of as she stomped out of her office at the end of the day.

She purchased the blueberries on her way home along with some outrageously red, voluptuously ripe strawberries.
They were crazy ripe.

The strawberries got dipped directly into the sugar bowl as she mixed the pancake batter. She dipped, then bit, then dipped again, she didn't care. Be forewarned if you use the sugar at Susan's house.

Anyway, Susan's too tired to blog a proper ending and will conclude with; dinner was eaten with great enthusiasm by her children. The end.


Where the Fur Flies said...

Sorry about the sucky day. I hope tomorrow's better.

You have, however, inspired a deep and undeniable craving for blueberry pancakes. I guess I know what I'll be having for dinner tomorrow.

The Zadge said...

I cried again at the Top Secret Day Job today, but then I read your post, and just the thought of the absolutely BEST DINNER EVER AFTER A CRAPPY DAY AT WORK made me feel so much better. My boss thanks you.

Kathryn said...

Today will be better. I'm heading to you with a birthday cake in hand. Doesn't that sound FABULOUS? Happy Birthday Best & Only!