On the way home from swimming lessons, Max and I stopped at Burning Cupcake to pick up a sweet treat for after dinner. I'd never been before and wanted to give them a shot.
Red Velvet is my all time favorite (must be the cream cheese frosting) but they didn't have any left so I went with the Cinnamon Oatmeal.
I set the delightfully packaged cupcake on the dining room table while I fixed Max some dinner. A few minutes later, Max and I were at the table discussing the Roger Clemmons steroid case when I heard a funny noise coming from our bedroom.
In retrospect, I should have known something was up when only one dog was surrounding Max during dinner. But we all know what they say about hindsight.
Into my room I dashed to find this:
My cupcake totally gone!
Completely devoured on my side of the bed nonetheless!
Not only do I not get a cupcake for dessert but I also have to change the sheets!
Someone is going to have major diarrhea and it better happen OUTSIDE.
If I were pregnant and if I have not been working my butt off at Elev8 Fitness I would be a lot more upset and tears would have been shed. I'm going to say that there was some divine intervention here.
On a more positive note, I made this today and it is divine.
1 comment:
I'm mad and it wasn't even my cupcake.
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