For the Love of Cake
Behold, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Donna got me hooked on this cake about a year or 2 ago. The local store normally sells it by the slice but for the longest time, we couldn’t find it. At first we played it pretty cool… when one of us would run up to the store, we’d casually check for it… after some weeks, it became more of an obsession; at least for me, anyway. I HAD TO HAVE THAT CAKE, SO HELP ME GOD OR I MIGHT DIE. I finally asked the manager about it and they told me it would be in that Friday (3 days away) after 12 p.m. At
12:02 some point after 12, I called to see if it was there and ZOMG, it was!
When I arrived, it was nowhere in sight. Before I allowed panic to set in, I made my way to the freezer section and there, on the top shelf in all its majestic glory, was an entire Peanut Butter Cup Triple Chocolate Cake. I didn’t know what to do! I had only ever bought it by the slice before! It’s safer that way! If we bought more than that, there’s no telling what we would do!
I grabbed that box of cake and RAN. Ran to the registers so I could buy it before I changed my mind. Ran back to the car so I could get home without returning it. Drove home and walked it across the street to Donna’s so I could show her what I’d done. It was an accident, I swear! I didn’t mean to buy a whole cake but OMG, it was the best tasting mistake that lasted for days and days.
…I’ll be back. I need to run up to the store… for something… eggs! I need eggs! BRBTTYLXOXO
Update: I can neither confirm not deny that I came home with more cake.