onegoodmove

Once there was a confused woman/child named Goldilocks lost in the bewildering woods of self-identity, near the swamp of self-loathing. She happened upon a tiny house, which seemed to offer some structure and discipline. She peeked in the keyhole, rapped on the door, and decided that no one was home. Faster than you can say Borderline Personality Disorder, she was inside.

As we all know, the search for oneself burns calories better than an elliptical trainer. So she was delighted to find not one, not two, but three bowls of porridge sitting on the kitchen table. Usually she tried to go easy on the carbs, but she thought, "It's the middle of the forest. Whattaya gonna do?"

When she tastes the first bowl, she spits a big porridge spray across the kitchen. Ouch, too hot....
Goldilocks before Scotch

Oh my goodness, leave it to the young to rewrite our childhood. Found thru riley dog