(Comic courtesy www.nataliedee.com)
Here I stand over the stove with a bubbling concoction of milk, chocolate, vanilla extract and cinnamon, stirring away with a wooden spoon. I’m making hot chocolate because it’s freezing balls outside. The damn chocolate, of course, is not properly dispersing in the hot milk. Rage ensues. “I NEED A FREAKING WHIIIIISK!!!!!!!!” suddenly starts spewing out of my mouth in a loud, high-pitched, full-out scream. Yes, I know this is unreasonable and completely unnecessary. But I just discovered, right when I needed it, that I DON’T EVEN OWN A WHISK. Who the hell doesn’t own a whisk?