Monday, July 25, 2005

The Domestication of N

The story I am about to tell you is shocking, but I assure you that all of the lurid details are true.

Last night after returning from the cinema, I went to the market where I purchased things such as bread, peanut butter and yogurt. Then I went home and decided to make my lunch to bring to work for the next day. I made a peanut butter sandwhich and put it in a ziploc bag. Then, I filled another ziploc bag with Oatmeal Squares (breakfast).

Here's where the story takes a sordid turn: I parceled out the remaining Oatmeal Squares into individualized serving sized baggies, so I would save myself time in the morning [Verlobte Beta: see Blow Dry Hair Resolution] and recycled the cardboard box. Here's the cincher: I then washed the knife and cutting board I used to make the peanutbutter sandwich. Thank you and goodnight.

You may think this is small potatoes for a person who technically qualified as an adult six years ago, but I assure you, this is a giant leap forward for Cupcake-kind.


maia said...

As a former roommate....i am so damn proud of you!

mot said...

wow! now if some veggies could somehow find their way into your basket, you'll really be rolling

Cupcake said...

Maia, how sad was it that I was the deadbeat in that apartment? Who knew that the countertop sponge should never be used on the dishes?

maia said...

I forgot about the sponge! Not a rule I carried over into life outside of Vienna. (nothing but love for you Anne). Dishwasher duty may not have been your strong point, but you did make damn good bread.

Vanessa said...

Congratulations on the maturation. You crack me up.