Can one eat a Klondike bar for breakfast? Especially if it's a chocolate chip mint one?
In all my years of raising children in this house I could count on one hand the number of times I have had Klondike bars residing in my freezer. But for some strange reason I purchased them yesterday.
Perhaps I had a premonition.
A premonition that my sweet, loving, exceedingly brilliant, grain-free cat would disappear and not come home again. The cat who naps with me every afternoon and sleeps with me every night. The one who brought chip, or dale, into my bedroom while I was sleeping.
The very one who has sent me into a horrible panic attack at his loss.
I need a Klondike bar for comfort, for reassurance, for satisfaction.
So, from now on, the question will not be "What would you do for a Klondike bar?" but "What can a Klondike bar do for you?"
