Inner Brat Strikes

It hit me about 1230, I was fighting it with all my might. Mentally counting the change in my purse, last glance I had 2 nickels 6 pennies and 1 quarter. Definitely, not enough. My inner brat, says Gimme Gimme, go find some candy! The adult voice whispered you need ice for your water and I think you have to pee. Boy, I never realized how far the water/ice machine is-- up two flights of stairs is really far away to go. My inner brat is seething--Gimme sweets. Gimme now! The ice makes the familiar clankity clank in my pink see-through water bottle. I’m such a girly girl. As I swing around, elated that I have my full water bottle. Large pale yellow squares with evenly browned tops wrapped happily in cellophane stacked in a disheveled pile on shiny silver tray are staring at me. The clock stops all time. I’m swimming in the thick, thick air-- my mouth is watering like a lion on it’s prey. Homemade banana bread, the bane of my existence! I somehow make it out in the hall, barely missing the onslaught of people on mission to go to the cafeteria. I resisted. Hoorah!!

I was summoned to another office at the other end of the building. No big deal, right? My inner brat says Just one piece! I walk in with another pack of people. Everyone’s millin’ about waiting. There it is in its white cardboard box peeking through the cellophane window. Last night’s chocolate cream filled cake with white sugar frosting and dark blue icing waves. I talk--I hem and haw. I drink my water. They must of have thought I was nuts! Defeat is upon me, I pick up the lid. I can smell the chocolate and the frosting. Oh, the delicious frosting! I cut a sliver no bigger than ¾ inch wide and 2 inch long. I place it on a white cake plate and savored ever last bit and morsel. Cramming my fork down on every drop of cake and frosting. I almost licked the plate, thankfully I’m too dignified to do that in front of mixed company.

Okay Brat, here is your cake. Now leave me alone. Brat 1 Hunny 0…