The last pan of pumpkin bars. Baked, frosted and quickly disappearing to customers who know they’ll never get another one.
Out of: Turkey. Tuna. Salsa. White bread. Link sausage.
Gas. Energy. Inspiration.
Oh, and we have reservations for a full restaurant tomorrow. Mothers’ Day. Our last hurrah.
Hurrah? Right now, I can hardly squeak and wave a finger.
Until tomorrow, around 3:00 pm.
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