We almost never have sweets in the house, but for the past couple of days I’ve noticed a slice of cheesecake in the refrigerator. You know, the type that is sold in the grocery store in a clear oyster-type container…. Well, I love cheesecake and I was trying to be polite and not eat it since I didn’t buy it and figured it wasn’t mine. So I didn’t eat the cheesecake, but every time I would open the refrigerator door, to grab a yogurt or an orange, or the sweet tea I would see the cheesecake just sitting there, with the delicious strawberry topping dripping down the sides, taunting me.
And I dutifully ignored it. After all, if I had bought that cheesecake and someone else had eaten it, I would not be happy at all! So I ignored it. For three agonizing, torturous days!
Well after all that deprivation and sacrifice, I found out last night that the cheesecake was bought for me! And somehow nobody ever got around to mentioning it! Well, let me tell you something – that cheesecake is not tempting me anymore! It was delicious!