Muffins Are The Answer. What’s The Question?

This is Peanut Butter Brickle. Some say to be careful what you wish for. Yesterday, I wished for muffins.

Pumpkin muffins.

It’s the fall season. I love pumpkin.

And I love muffins. So Girl Person told me that she would make some. I was so happy.

I’ve been kind of down lately, and I figured that muffins might just be the answer to what was wrong. And when you don’t know what is wrong, sometimes, you gotta try a lot of muffins.

Some also say that no good deed goes unpunished. And for Girl Person, she found this out. She opened up the flour too fastand it. Went. Everywhere.

Now. Things like this happen. But she was trying to be all in a good mood for me and so she just laughed. Yep. This was a big old mess.

And she knew she had a lot of cleaning to do.

And as she was on her hands and knees, cleaning up the mess and wishing she had just ordered me some pumpkin muffins, she saw a streak. A flash. A bolt of lightening run by the window one way. And then the other way.

Yep. It was Boy Person. If you think that Digby had taken advantage of Girl Person’s baking time, you would be right.

He had took flight to go steal some cat food. And Boy Person had been tricked. Swindled.

Girl Person tried to get up to go and help chase the culprit, but alas, her plans were foiled as she slipped in the puddle of flour. The puddle of despair. The mess of a day.

If muffins were the answer to me feeling better yesterday, you can bet I forgot the question.

You may try to feel better in an obvious way. And then, something happens unexpected that makes you laugh. And that my friends is worth all the trouble.