She wanted a brownie last night. It was fine with me, and I started to cut one for her. She looked at the pan and an anguished look overtook her face. She threw herself down on the floor with a groan.
"What's the matter? I thought you wanted a brownie!"
"I do-o-o-o," she whined from her pitiful spot on the floor. "But I was assuming they were frosted."
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I'm finding that my day is not complete without a Ramona story. :)
If it didn't leave out your other wonderful girls (not to mention YOU), I'd suggest "Ramona the Best" as a name for this blog!
I'm sorry--this is just so funny!!!!! I love it!
Thanks, Lissa and Alice.
I love "Ramona the Best", Lissa! But, you're right, I can't leave the other girls out. Still, Ramona does seem to get off the best lines ....
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