As the toast fell from the counter, crumbs went everywhere. She sighed, but instead of reaching for a dishrag, sunk her toes into the thickly buttered side facing up. For a moment, the kitchen felt like a spa.
Poetry – Buttered Toast
As the toast fell from the counter, crumbs went everywhere. She sighed, but instead of reaching for a dishrag, sunk her toes into the thickly buttered side facing up. For a moment, the kitchen felt like a spa.
Maranda Russell 
A different slant on breakfast!
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LOL, yeah, a bit.
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Lol! That could be a totally new experience.
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🙂 Indeed
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😉
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A new version of taking your lemons and making lemonade! Now you had to wash your feet as well as the floor, but it sounds like the experience was worth it! 🙂 All the best, Maranda!
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LOL, this didn’t actually happen, but it easily could have, although with me, I probably would have accidentally stepped on it because I’m uncoordinated.
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🙂
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♥♥
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I could have tried that this morning
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LOL, maybe next time
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💙🤗💙
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Thank you ♥
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Gorgeous. Might as well make the best of it, right?
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Might as well. Make it a moment to remember.
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A different body butter 🙂
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LOL, didn’t think about that, but yeah!
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Maranda, your imagination turns disaster into a blissful moment.
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Got to put that thing to use somehow! (my imagination)
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