When I got home from work yesterday at noon, my recycle bin was in an odd place outside my back door. Like someone had moved it. But who?
I realized, after looking at it for a good 2 minutes, that there was a brown package underneath it.
The return address was unfamiliar on this good-sized brown box, closed with duct tape. Upon opening it, I found newspaper stuffed around a foil-wrapped rectangle.
It was a loaf of homemade bread.
My friend who lives in Iowa makes bread and the last time I talked with him I may have said something like - I love homemade bread. You should send me some.
I was joking. He was not.
And now I have a huge loaf of scrumtrulescent bread.
He wins.
1 comment:
i think the winner, in fact, is you. simply becuase you used the word "scrumtrulescent" in a sentence. bravo!
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