Hello, cranberry muffin.
Good to meet you. My name is cc3 and I can already tell we're going to get along juuuuuuuuust fine.
First off, let's lay down some ground rules. Today's gonna be crazy busy. I'm going to need all the help you can give me. Over the course of today, I'll have climbed 60 flights of stairs, some running. Every fifth nurse I run into is going to raise my blood pressure by 10 mmHg. I imagine there'll be at least 3 demented patients to deal with, and if we're lucky we won't have created any new demented patients before the day is out. There's going to be a cornucopia of new smells today. If things go well and we get a couple minutes break, we'll get some reinforcements in the form of hospital orange juice and an airline sized pack of peanut butter on a napkin. Until then though, you're going to be my sole source of energy for today.
So. I don't know how you baked goods do it. Deep inside that paper cup adorned oven baked abdomen of yours lies the energy I need to keep going all morning. Must be some form of cocaine. Or saturated fat. If it's cocaine, I don't want to know. If it's saturated fat... I don't want to know either.
Welp. Time to get to work. Chomp.
