The Second Waffle: This Is What Happy Feels Like

The Waffle Theory From One Of My Favorite Books

Page 136 of "Horse Play" By Judy Reene Singer

Diana rode up on Allegretto.

“I did miserably,” I said, barely able to look her in the eye.

“Don’t worry” She flapped a hand at me. “Just think of it as your first waffle class.”

I looked at her puzzled. “Waffles? What are you talking about, my first waffle class! You mean I will have other waffle classes?”

“No, not first as inaugural, first waffle, as in how the first waffle you make never comes out right-it sticks or it falls apart-so yo throw it away. By the second one, you get the formula right. Never worry about your first waffle. It’s just a practice run for your second waffle. It’s destiny. That’s part of my philosophy of life.”

I understood right away. My first marriage had been my first waffle marriage. I shouldn’t sweat it; my destiny would make the next waffle better.

“Wow Diana,” I said. “That’s profound!”

“I know,” she said. “That’s what I like about myself. Well gotta go, gotta show.”

The Second Waffle

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