Today is Sleepy's 6th birthday and as all birthdays go in the House of Insanity, there were a few tidbits that I have to put in the archives.
I have a weakness. I know. Crazy, right? But, I do. It's a weakness involving a certain type of food. About a year ago, I was pumping gas into my van. Waiting for the gas guzzler to fill up takes some time, so I was looking around in boredom when something caught my eye.
It was an advertisement for a birthday cupcake cake.
I thought it was the most fantastic idea since sliced bread, ya'll. I stared in awe at the colorful ad with my mouth open. I couldn't keep my eyes off it until the clink of the gas pump caught my attention. I thought about it all the way home.
When the next birthday in our house rolled around, you bet I was at the bakery counter looking at cupcake cakes. I started my order out with chocolate cupcakes. I'm a chocoholic, so it stands to reason that I'm going to order chocolate regardless of my child's preference.
Then, the lady asked what kind of icing would I like. Huh? I didn't know you could pick that. She said there are two kinds. The traditional sugary crap and the heavenly melt-in-your-mouth whipped cream icing. I went with the latter, of course.
I waited impatiently for the birthday party to begin. When I was finally allowed to inhale the chocolate cake with whipped creaminess, I gulped it down in four bites and ended up licking my fingers. I even ended up running my tongue all around the outside of my mouth to make sure I got all of it.
I had turned into a fiend.
Since then, it has been tradition to buy a cupcake cake from the store for each birthday. Sleepy was given a Superman cupcake cake in honor of his birthday today and I became a fiend once again.
This birthday, we were at the park when we sang Happy Birthday to Sleepy and all of us grabbed a cupcake and devoured them. I was happy to notice that we had some cupcakes left for me to scarf down in secret.
When we got home, the cake was left on the table. I wanted to decorate the table for Sleepy's birthday dinner, so I told someone to get everything off the table for me. Sleepy decided to take the cake off the table. Two seconds later, I heard Doc hurriedly tell Sleepy to clean something up. His voice indicated to me that if I knew what had happened, I was going to blow.
I turned around and looked at the floor. My beautiful, chocolate cupcakes were decorating my kitchen floor with whipped cream topping. They had been massacred. Not fair. I realized then that I would not be able to commit the sin of gluttony with total abandon. Totally devastated, I helped him clean up the mess.
To give you an idea of how much Bashful is in his own world....Two hours later, Bashful went to get a cupcake from the box. He opened it and noticed that the cupcakes looked like they had been through a tornado. He turned to me and with complete confusion on his face asked, "What happened to the cupcakes?"
I have a weakness. I know. Crazy, right? But, I do. It's a weakness involving a certain type of food. About a year ago, I was pumping gas into my van. Waiting for the gas guzzler to fill up takes some time, so I was looking around in boredom when something caught my eye.
It was an advertisement for a birthday cupcake cake.
I thought it was the most fantastic idea since sliced bread, ya'll. I stared in awe at the colorful ad with my mouth open. I couldn't keep my eyes off it until the clink of the gas pump caught my attention. I thought about it all the way home.
When the next birthday in our house rolled around, you bet I was at the bakery counter looking at cupcake cakes. I started my order out with chocolate cupcakes. I'm a chocoholic, so it stands to reason that I'm going to order chocolate regardless of my child's preference.
Then, the lady asked what kind of icing would I like. Huh? I didn't know you could pick that. She said there are two kinds. The traditional sugary crap and the heavenly melt-in-your-mouth whipped cream icing. I went with the latter, of course.
I waited impatiently for the birthday party to begin. When I was finally allowed to inhale the chocolate cake with whipped creaminess, I gulped it down in four bites and ended up licking my fingers. I even ended up running my tongue all around the outside of my mouth to make sure I got all of it.
I had turned into a fiend.
Since then, it has been tradition to buy a cupcake cake from the store for each birthday. Sleepy was given a Superman cupcake cake in honor of his birthday today and I became a fiend once again.
This birthday, we were at the park when we sang Happy Birthday to Sleepy and all of us grabbed a cupcake and devoured them. I was happy to notice that we had some cupcakes left for me to scarf down in secret.
When we got home, the cake was left on the table. I wanted to decorate the table for Sleepy's birthday dinner, so I told someone to get everything off the table for me. Sleepy decided to take the cake off the table. Two seconds later, I heard Doc hurriedly tell Sleepy to clean something up. His voice indicated to me that if I knew what had happened, I was going to blow.
I turned around and looked at the floor. My beautiful, chocolate cupcakes were decorating my kitchen floor with whipped cream topping. They had been massacred. Not fair. I realized then that I would not be able to commit the sin of gluttony with total abandon. Totally devastated, I helped him clean up the mess.
To give you an idea of how much Bashful is in his own world....Two hours later, Bashful went to get a cupcake from the box. He opened it and noticed that the cupcakes looked like they had been through a tornado. He turned to me and with complete confusion on his face asked, "What happened to the cupcakes?"
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