You can’t have your cake and eat it too?
No matter how rushed I am or what ailments I may have, I am having my cake and eating it, too — in every sense of the expression. And it feels really, really good.
Journalist, Author & Syndicated Columnist
No matter how rushed I am or what ailments I may have, I am having my cake and eating it, too — in every sense of the expression. And it feels really, really good.
You have died and gone to heaven. You are inside the West Town factory where Fannie May and Fanny Farmer chocolates are manufactured, and you are thisclose to vats of caramel, chocolate and pecans. Never mind that there is a TV crew filming a news segment (there are no public tours), and you’ve been spotted wearing a hairnet and a white lab coat with the name “Catherine” embroidered over your pocket. Never mind that you’re not Catherine.