day 6.
i crawled across the kitchen floor.
pulled everything out of the freezer
looking for that that stray piece of panettone
that might have fallen to the back
that might have fallen to the back
with the rogue hambuger bun
and the unidentifiable
freezer-burned
whatever-it-is.
dammit!
dammit!
"sweetie, just buy another one"
"come on now. get up off the floor"
no!
i must be strong.......
day 7.
must go to the store
for a few necessities.
"don't do it sweetie"
no, no
it's ok
i'm totally cool.
really.
let's see:
a little milk, some bananas......
oh, what have we here?
is that....
is that......
is that the 50% off christmas baked goods table?
stollen? babka? pfefferneuse????
oh, panettone, my darling!!
(there was music playing in my head, from a 1930's black and white film)
it was in slow-motion
i reached for it, hand shaking....
no!
no!
get thee behind me, you devil.
i turn and run to the checkout.
dammit!
dammit!
day 8....or 9...... i don't even freakin' know, anymore
i am weak.
i fear i may fail.
is there a panettone patch?
*This is entertainment, people.....no veiled attempt to solicit panettone donations!
Yeah, right!
*This is entertainment, people.....no veiled attempt to solicit panettone donations!
Yeah, right!
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