Save Me

A few days ago I had a craving for cinnamon rolls.  Not just any cinnamon rolls, either.  Grandma Blackwell’s cinnamon rolls.

I made half a batch – somehow I thought I could justify the calories if I only made a few.  After waiting for them to finish baking, I put one on a plate and carried it upstairs to enjoy while I was reading the newspaper.

Peeling away the outside of the cinnamon roll, I managed to eat it all except that one last bite.  You know the bite I’m talking about.  The one in the center of the roll with all the butter and sugar and cinnamon and yummy gooeyness – the Crème de la Crème, the pick of the litter. THE LAST BITE.

Engrossed in reading the latest breaking news about Sandra Bullock’s new baby (hey, I never said I was reading the Wall Street Journal) I reached for THE BITE.  But it wasn’t there.  IT WAS GONE.

And then I saw it.  Lola, my daughter’s cat, the cat from the mean streets of the Big Apple, had apparently been eyeing that last bite too.  Without making a sound, she had climbed onto the nightstand and she was eating THE LAST BITE.  Oh, the agony!

Whose big idea was it to save the best for last anyway?  Why couldn’t I have just bypassed the layers of goodness and gone straight to the center of GREATNESS?

Save the good dishes for guests.  Save those leopard pumps for a special occasion.  Save the last dance.

Not me.  Not anymore.  In fact, the next time I go out to dinner, I will eat dessert first and I will NOT save room for an entrée.  I will let my husband use the fancy towel (singular, I just have one for display) instead of the faded, threadbare ones he is accustomed to.  I will not save coupons because I never remember to bring them to the store anyway.  I WILL NOT.

Pay attention.  The next time you see me I will not only be wearing the leopard pumps but this body will be sucked, shoved, and squeezed into my good Spanx, not the one that is 2 sizes too small with holes made from pulling and tugging.

And considering the calories I WON’T be saving, looks like it’s going to be a GOOD girdle lifestyle for me from now on.

5 thoughts on “Save Me

  1. I love Lola, already.. a scrappy cat, learning the ropes of NY ! Any word on C’s apt looking? Have been praying for her to find one thats affordable, and away from you know who.. seriously sounding like Lola could protect your girl more than him, anyway.
    I will send you the center of my cinnamon roll, minus the calories if you want.. I am trying to regain the 2o plus pounds I have lost these last 5 weeks.. sigh.. Love you, girl.. hang in there… notice I said IN there, not OUT there! haha.

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    1. Ahhh, Karen, you would indeed love Lola. We all love her, except for Meow, who’s just old and grouchy. But when Lola moves back to NY Meow will be lonely. Courtney is doing better – she has a friend from Texas who has moved to NY and he’s been looking out for her and protecting her from her roommate. Love ya!

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  2. Oh my goodness, the middle part of the cinamon roll is my very favorite. I love reading your blogs. By the way, my favorite part of the brownie is the corners, too! Way too funny.

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