There are certain days when work, aging parents, unresponsive friends, and the general malaise of the 2020’s conspire to leave one feeling defeated, dejected, and depressed. At the end of some of those days, you may want to pull into the garage, safely exhale, and not worry about whether you will start sobbing. Then you take a a deep breath, try to collect yourself so your husband doesn’t see you fall completely apart, and pick up your bag and coat to start the remainder of the day.
If you have a good husband, you will enter the kitchen and find something like this mad scene on the counter, recalling the gingerbread boy scene from ‘Shrek’, and you will smile and maybe even laugh, and be thankful that your own leg hasn’t been eaten. Then you will take a bite of gingerbread, and life will taste sweet again, if only for a moment.
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