Bad bad bad. Lots of cake. Well, “lots” is a relative term. I had a piece of “breakfast cheesecake” (about 2 inches by 2 inches – and no, it wasn’t 8 inches tall), then one of our co-workers brought in coconut cupcakes – which I didn’t even approach when I noticed the coconut (bad experience in high school with a coconut bar and vodka), but then she put one in front of me during lunch and I tried it. Needless to say, it was very good. Yeah, I ate it. But it was a small cupcake. Then somehow I wound up with a piece of strawberry ice cream cake from Cold Stone. I went to the bathroom, and when I came back everyone had cake. Like magic. I said to myself, just try it and toss it. By the time I completed the thought it was all in my belly.
All told – all three cake experiences today probably totaled one standard piece of cake (not like franchise dessert cake slices), but a reasonable piece you might expect at a birthday party.
Still didn’t need the cake. Didn’t even really want the cake. But it was darn good cake. All of them. Yah. Bad Bad Bad.
Guess I need to hit the DDR tonight!
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