A strange thing happened tonight.
Overwhelmed with the desire for cake, I rushed to the grocery store. I hemmed and hawed, Which kind of cake do I want? What sounds good? I settled on chocolate with buttercream frosting, just enough to get me into trouble, but not so much that it would tower over my entire weekend.
I wandered through the store, picking up this and that, all needed in my kitchen. With my items acquired, I made my way to the registers to check out. Suddenly, I was overcome with a desire to not eat cake. My head and my stomach told me not to eat anything sweet, in fact.
At the register, I handed the cake over to the cashier. “I’m sorry; I changed my mind. Can you take this back?”
I know. It doesn’t sound like me, does it?
And now I’m hungry.