Eat me please!

Handwritten page of a diary dated November 1, 2006

When Grandma Wilson first started this brownie experiment we were like, yeah keep them coming. She was like, you guys might get tired of them by the time I’m finished because I want to get the PERFECT recipe, and we were like, no way Grandma Wilson, we will never get tired of brownies in a million years.

Guess what? Now I know you can get tired of ANYTHING because now she pretty much has to beg us to eat a brownie every day and I never thought that would happen. I feel like there’s chocolate coming out of every escape hole in my body. I smell chocolate even when I go to school.

Last night I dreamed a fedex truck pulled up in our driveway and I went out and the guy said someone sent you an 88-inch high-def-flat-screen TV — but when he opened the door a giant TV came shooting out on top of a river of brownie batter and it tumbled down the street with its metal parts getting all jaggedy against the street and then it smacked into a big tree and exploded into a thousand pieces. The night before that I dreamed there was a pizza delivered and I was suspicious because Grandma never lets us order pizza but I bit into it anyway because I saw pepperoni — but then I looked down and it had turned all brown and it was brownies with pepperoni on it.


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