Journal #17

As the light blue fuzz feathered through the warm current of air purring from the heating vent, I realized something.  I had left my oven on!  Early this morning, as the pale white frost had yet to melt away off of the prickly green grass, I arose from my bed with one thought in mind.  Food.  I began to fantasize about fluffy yellow eggs with chewy pink ham.  I pictured my delicate egg and ham masterpiece sandwiched artfully between a soft lightly browned bagel.  Bagel's are my favorite thing to eat my savory ham and eggs on.  Here is why:  If you are to put ham and eggs on just toast, a few problems can easily arise.  Such as, the bread gets so very crumbly.  You'll be going in for you first bite to begin a brand-new day and then the toasted brown fluff's off joy begin to crumble all over you!  If you have long luscious locks, like me,  the crumbs become lodged in your hair for the rest of the day!  The possibility of the crumbs getting on your starchy, freshly pressed clothes (or even in them) is possible, too!  If you eat the donut-y globs of joy, the problem is simply impossible!  Your freshly done hair, smelling of aussie hairspray, is safe, and your perfectly matched and organized outfit remains impeccable!  Next, I began to think about my mothers ooey, gooey, and sweet cinnamon rolls.  I could almost smell the savory sent of cinnamon floating up to her room from the kitchen!  Wait....I really could!  That was the unmistakable sent of cinnamon lofting up and entering my nose!  I awkwardly rose out of my bed and proceeded to walk/run to the kitchen as fast as my tired-body could!  I entered the kitchen just as my beautiful mother was leaving the house.  "Honey, the rolls are in the oven! Take them out in three minutes!  Do not forget to turn the oven off before you leave!"  And this is how this earth-shattering problem arose...