Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Every time someone offers me a cupcake, I take them up on the offer. Cupcakes are good, and it isn't too crazy to eat a cupcake. You can even eat a cupcake after lunch. When people offer me a piece of cake, I usually have to ask them a lot of qualifying questions. How big is the piece? What kind? Why does everyone in this office have so many birthdays? Seriously, this is like the third one this week. We are going to get diabetes. Not so with cupackes. I am a fan of cupcakes.
Before I take a bite, I usually pause and do a little prayer that someone didn't put something in the cupcake though. You know, something like poo. That would be gross. Poocakes.