Puff Fiction

Like always, I have been bumming around the house, getting fatter by the minute, still waiting for "my box" to arrive. I finished my sixth cream puff, another product of my wife's ninja baking skills, and was humming Sydney Forrest's Once In A Blue Moon, missing the wife who is going to be away again starting tomorrow night. The baked goodies are so good they almost drove me to tears.



I did ask the wifey to come up with 600 pieces for when she is away. All I got was a laugh.