Sometimes crying isn't cathartic enough.
So, I pulled out a little white and red box.
I boiled a pot of water...emptied its contents...added berries.
I poured it atop a freshly baked cake slathered with creamy whipped cream cheese.
And I ate it.
Crumb by crumb.
With some help from a most willing Boy.
The calories were worth every bite.
Even though it took about two days of vigorous running to run off my cake gut.
But I still have a gut...it's called having children.
I have dreadful stomach-tightening genetics.
Thank goodness for the berries though. Antioxidants are like magic.
The End.
