On my way back from a doctor’s appointment on Monday, I had a craving. A craving for Panera.
I drove quite a bit out of my way to visit the nearest Panera, and while ordering, decided I wanted a cookie. A shortbread cookie that cost A DOLLAR, I learned as I pointed it out. Oh well. I wanted a cookie. We were kind of out of fun food at home so what the hell.
So I came home, scarfed the sandwich, and stuffed the crumpled up wrapper into the bag. Toss!
About 8 hours later I sat up in bed and said out loud, “I threw out my cookie!!!”
And that, my friends, is the definition of sadface.