Help!

Help!

I am sitting on my little back porch reading Blogs & sending emails.  I think someone nearby - small yards in  my neighborhood - is BAKING BREAD!   I know it may sound like "no big deal," but for me it is torture.  I have chosen, for my health, not to each much bread despite the fact that it is one of my favorite foods. So here I sit, tortured....with visions of freshly baked bread heavily laden with fresh Irish butter.  oh dear.  i think i will go get 10 little pretzels.

(Of course, some of you may be thinking...."heh-heh, Ms U tortures US with lots of writing, and SHE is being tortured in a horrible way. There IS justice!")