… to want a Pop-Tart*.
Sigh.
For a few weeks in a row, I’d see a Pop-Tart, still in its wrapper, on the shoulder of the highway close to home, as I finished my runs.
I started to look for it. I got excited about seeing it. I liked thinking about eating a Pop-Tart as I finished my runs. Brown Sugar Cinnamon, without frosting, please.
Then one day, it was gone!
But I still think about it, every time I run past that spot, which is at least three times a week.
Sigh.
I need to get my hands on a Pop-Tart.
(Since I obviously don’t have a Pop-Tart to share a picture of with you, here is a photo from my run this morning, instead!)
*This is apparently how they spell it – the hyphen was a surprise to me. The more you know!
frosted cherry, toasted, yes please
I wonder if someone ate the pop-tart. I mean, it was still in the wrapper, right? I think I told you this, but we started having pop-tarts at work (strawberry and apple cinnamon, both frosted) in the snacks area, and it’s sooooo hard to resist them!
I think it was in the wrapper! I am theorizing that a lucky bird or animal got it!
Yes, I would have SUCH a hard time. I wish they were wrapped as one instead of two, even though that’s wasteful!