Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I might have bought a few cupcakes on the way home today. They remained intact for roughly 2 seconds. It would have been less, but some dumb-a pulled out in front of me and I had to switch from cupcake destroyer mode to save the cupcakes! mode. At that moment, I would have done anything to protect those cupcakes.
Here's the thing: cake is my favorite food. Well, one of my favorite foods. I can't pick between turnip greens, salmon, a great salad, and cake. (Can you say, "One of these things is not like the other"?)
I might have also eaten a 5 Guys Burger. The worst part is I can't blame low blood sugar, hunger, or a delicious aroma wafting from the store. I premeditated this plan last night, while lying in bed hungry. (Before you think I got all diet-y on you, I eat every 3 hours. I stayed up too late last night reading and got hungry, but I didn't want to eat at 11:30, so I tried to go to sleep. It worked, but later backfired when I enacted the above plan.)
The other worst part occurred once I became guilt stricken and tried unsuccessfully to pawn the cupcakes off on my parents. I now have four 1/2 cupcakes left. My mom ate one bite. I'll let you guess who ate the other bites....