Eleven p.m. – All quiet in the house. Everyone asleep except me. I took a nap this afternoon, so I’m trying to get some computer work done. I haven’t had any time in four days – at least very little.

I need a drink of water. (Leave the computer and head to the kitchen.)

Hum, I hadn’t noticed that pretty cake plate, nice sparkling top. I can’t tell what is in there because of all the glass ridges.

Was it out at dinner time? Wonder what it is? Remove top and see. I didn’t know she made cinnamon rolls. Only three left. That’s not enough for everyone. The others must have had theirs while i was asleep. If she gets up in the morning and sees I did not eat one, she will think I don’t like them. I don’t want to hurt her feelings; she works so hard with all the cooking.

Okay, I’ll eat one.

(Go to the refrigerator to get a little bit of milk to sip with the roll.) We are almost out of milk. i don’t want to use it all up. I’ll just use a bit of half and half instead. Where is it?

Oh, here is the whipping cream.

Ummm. That was good.

Maybe you should eat another one just to prove that you think she is a good cook. But then there would only be one left. Not enough for the guys’ breakfast.

Just eat it. Wash things up. She will have forgotten that she left it here.

IMPORTANT NOTE: The incident recorded above happened a couple days ago. That was the old me. The new me didn’t eat it! In fact all three pieces are still there minus a bit of trimming up around the edges. 😀 My first Thanksgiving not to gain some weight, but hold the accolades. I have yet to finish wrestling with the leftovers. I dug into too many taco beans today. Not as much as sometimes, but more than I needed.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. Cracking me up— again 😂

  2. grAnnie Roo says:

    Honest, I have had a similar experience more than once. This is why I avoid hosting family dinners at my place. Less to remember.

  3. How very thoughtful of you.

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