A few days ago I was having a phone conversation at work. Ever the multi-tasker, I was shuffling papers while I talked. As the conversation was nearing its end, our shop manager, Rob, came into my office carrying a huge bag of baked goods that had been dropped off by one of our favorite clients. Of course I interrupted the conversation to respond to his offer of muffins, cinnamon rolls and other pastries. Despite the fact I was starving, I declined...regrettably, but firmly, declined. Can't be eating massive muffins and expect to see results from all those hours logged at the gym. Besides, swimsuit season is just around the corner.
Then it happened. I returned to my call offering an apology for the interruption. I'm so sorry but Rob just brung muffins... I stopped mid-sentence...held my breath in hopes I wasn't heard...then laughed my butt off!
Dang, that isn't even a word!
And yes, I did just type "dang". Guess there's no denying where I come from!
Oh, by the way, after my horrifying but humorous slaughtering of the English language, I had a muffin after all. I think my will power went out the window with my ability to speak proper English.