AHEM.

I'll have you know, my dear Lisa, that those diarrhia-causing chocolate-y morsels claiming to be "brownies" have YET to touch my lips, nor will they ever, thank you very much.

None of my housemates would eat them either!

I brought them to work and they are sitting in the lunch room. Someone's had a few, probably Don, although I did warn him.

All I ate was a MINISCULE amount of the brownie mix, and that was whilst perusing the brownie box and I stopped, TOTALLY HALTED, in complete shock and horror, when my eyes fell upon that fateful warning.

I almost trembled when I heard the buzzer go off, slowly turning my head and plugging my nose to the smell of the baking chocolatey goodness.

My palms sweated as I lifted the gleaming pan out of the oven, setting it softly on the counter, looking down at the HORROR that IS OLESTRA.

(or I'm sorry, OLEAN. oh, whatev.)

eh. enough melodrama.

Brownie, anyone?

LISA???

hehehehhehehhehheehhehhehehhe

No really, have fun camping. Take some brownies w/ya!