Elegantly Wasted

The smell, the smell I’d forgotten how intoxicating the
smell of cinnamon buns is. As I sat reading e-mail while they baked my
eight-year-old came out and said, “You really love me.” In that dreamy voice
that says she is also weak when it comes to the gooey buns. But truthfully, I
made them for me. It was only after the smell wafted through the house that I
realized I should have waited to bake them because now I had to share. Yep, I’m
mean and selfish, but then that’s what good buns do to me!

And as I write this munching on a bun INXS is playing
Elegantly Wasted, how perfect! Gotta love XM Online! Now I don’t feel like I’m
throwing money down the toilet for DH’s XM in his car, because they give it to
you for free online and now I can listen to all my favorite alternative music
from the 80’s and early 90’s.

But back to the buns, even the dogs had a dreamy look, could
it be I’ve never made cinnamon buns with them around? Or has it really been
that long, it’s been that long, but it won’t be so long between cinnamon buns
ever again.