Mini mini Bagels

The room was hot. We were sitting in the living room, looking up at Ryan Seacrest as he announced the next contestant on American Idol, and I was sweating, I felt flustered, and things were starting to look blurry.
"Do you feel okay?" I asked my husband. He was lying peacefully on the couch, empty bowl of popcorn resting on his chest. He was the imagine of someone content. And he raised his eyebrow at me.
"Do you feel okay?" He responded. A question with a question. Is that a good thing? I don't know. I was confused, and it had nothing to do with the song selection by the contestant (note: why do they always make that mistake? Have they never seen the show before?).
"Nooooooooo." I am a horrible sick person. I had work to do, I have a conference to plan, I wanted to exercise, lunches to make, I had paperwork that needed to be done...what? Sick. Nooooooooooo.
That's when the husband gets to work. He somehow tricks me into walking past the exercise bike and into the bathroom where I am somehow brushing my teeth. My mind starts wandering. I think about the laundry, about the conference this weekend, about how hard it is to predict what people will want to eat at 7:00am. If only bagels weren't so big and ugly and hard to handle because you can't really eat a bagel all lady-like and shake hands with a CEO that wants to hire you...
"Honey, you know what would be a good idea? How about if they made bagels really tiny, like a Tim Bit (from Tim Hortons) or like a munchkin? Just a little something that you could still smear some cream cheese on, and pop in your mouth. I think people would like that."
My husband takes the toothbrush out of my hand.
"This is what you're thinking of? Bagels?"
Yes, yes I was. As the world was getting more blurry, and even though I was sweating like a sheep in wolf's clothing (is that the expression, because that's what I was thinking), I knew that the mini-bagel bit was a good idea, and that someday soon I would see it at a conference. Would I be organizing that conference? Maybe. And when I see that I have the option of including on my menu tiny little bagel bits, yes I will order them. Because I dream, yes I dream, of being able to put a perfect bit of bagel with a tiny smear of cream cheese into my mouth while the guest speaker is giving his lecture, and still look professional.