Thursday was a guy’s last day here – we was leaving to “pursue other opportunities” (i.e., breeding alpacas in the foothills of the Andes. Or at least if I were going to mysteriously pursue other opportunities that’s what I’d tell everyone I was doing…) so they had a little shin-dig with booze & chips and that’s about as far as I got before I thought, “What the hell am I still doing here? I can GO HOME” and I left.
Well, enter Tuesday morning and what do I find when I go to the kitchen to deposit my lunch? A BARELY TOUCHED cake – the kind with the cheap, greasy icing that I love. HELL YA you better believe I ate 5-day-old cake for breakfast. This is shaping up to be a great 4-day week.
mmm breakfast cake…one of my fave’s…along with popcorn dinner.
Can’t wait to see you next week!!! I am marginally worried we won’t know what to say to each other and might have to find the nearest internet cafe so we can type vs speak…conversation is like, so haard…
mmmm cake. Probably HIT the spot or a few spots.