After dinner Monday night, my husband and kids asked if we had anything for dessert. There was nothing. We rarely have an “official” dessert after dinner here, and they rarely ask, so I felt a little bad. I did remember a brownie mix in the pantry, though, and promised I could make them that evening.
After dinner, I kept busy with work while football played in the other room. I lost myself in magazine submissions and email conversations, and before I knew it, it was almost 8:00 and I had not yet made the brownies.
But you know what? I was tired …
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