Modern version...here goes.
If you give a pig a pancake (me, pig) she will be very happy. This is the first meal that goes down smoothly, creates that aaah moment and doesn't taste like my breathing meds. So now the danger begins. Said Piggy thinks that was so delicious and fortifying that maybe a load of laundry should be thrown in. Oh wait, I have to put the wet clothes into the dryer first. No problem! After that I clean up the mess from the pancake and decide "what the heck?" Bella's dishes need to be sanitized. One thing leads to another and I am breathing off the very top of my lungs and gasping for air as I prepare my nebulizer for another breathing treatment. Darn those pancakes, they should come with a health warning!
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