FLAPJACKS

So I suppose it was inevitable. My day had to get a whole lot worse before things could get any better. Yesterday and today have been complete opposites. It's like seeing someone flip flapjacks and the first time they do it, the flapjack misses the pan and splats onto the floor. Utter and complete chaos follows before they try again and this time the flapjack lands safely in the pan and comes out perfectly. Total contradictions. But I suppose that if life wasn't bumpy once in awhile then it would stagnate and become increasingly dull and boring. And I also suppose that the broken flapjacks remind us to appreciate the perfect ones. But let me also say that until a perfect flapjack is once again made, the broken ones taste amazingly rotten. There's just nothing to delight in with those. But it's all a learning curve. Make a couple bad flapjacks along the way, but become increasingly adept at making good ones. And then make the good ones last as long as you can!