Let Them Eat Cake

Yesterday I baked a cake and I got my blogging mojo back. (It must of been hiding somewhere, like under the sheets or in the oven - my guess is the oven, I never go in there.) After laying dormant for a couple of months my sweet tooth has come back with a vengeance. All I can think about is cake and doughnuts, ice cream and cookies, and cupcakes. Sweet, delicious cupcakes, hatted with icing and sprinkles, and wrapped in their colorful wrappers, all lined in a row. mmmmm.



The cake came from a box, the icing from a tub (I'm no Julia Child), and it was happy to see me. I think it was a sign. A sign of what?
A sign that I need to eat more cake.





some part of my brain, the "eat your vegetables three square meals a day" part, is wondering if it should be worried. Thankfully I can distract that part with visions of sugar daddy's dancing in my head. It can't figure out why the sugar daddy's are dancing. Why would they dance, they're freaking candy bars? Such strenuous thinking wears it out. . . makes it hungry.
More Cake!