“When was the last time, you used vanilla, Jan?”
“Hmmm,” she said, “I don’t remember ever using vanilla.”
I was thrilled. I gloated every time I looked at my shelf and saw eight bottles of vanilla sitting there.
Then Brenda came over to wish me a happy birthday – and handed me a large bottle.
“Surprise,” she said, “I know we don’t exchange gifts anymore but you’re always going on about vanilla so I thought I’d get you some.”
“Wow,” I said, “what a considerate thing to do – thanks a lot!”
Then Glenda came over to wish me a Happy Birthday and with a big smile on her face, she gave me a small little pink sack with a bow.
“See,” she said happily, “I remembered how you are about vanilla.”
LeAnn’s birthday package was a little late but, yeah, when I opened it, there were two bottles of vanilla with a card that said – “Happy Birthday and Happy Baking!”
So, there you go. I now have 11 bottles of vanilla in my cupboard.
You probably figure I’m pretty happy, huh? And, really, I am, except now I fret about having too much vanilla. I look at those 11 bottles and feel pressed to bake, bake, bake!
After all, at my age, I don’t want to run out of birthdays before I run out of vanilla.
Vicki Williams is a columnist for the Pharos-Tribune. She can be reached through the newspaper at firstname.lastname@example.org.