Thursday, January 29, 2009

I been a bad, bad girl

It's late. I'm all alone. Everyone is in bed. I had made a chocolate cake earlier this evening, and it was cooling in the fridge. Since I was bored, I iced it with a lovely, fluffy blanket of cream cheese frosting. I swirled the spoon around and made beautiful little sugar peaks on top, just like they do in the Betty Crocker commercials. Damn, it looked good. Sooooo, I ate a piece. Then, I ate another one. And since no one was there to see, I ate a third piece. (by accident - oops.) For this, I am very sorry. My tummy is filled with chocolate cake, my heart is filled with regret, and it's quite possible that my arteries are filled with thick clumps of sugary lard. When my family wakes in the morning, they will open the refrigerator and find the cake. Their little hearts will leap for joy. Until . . . they slide the cake pan off the shelf and see that there are three pieces missing. Their eyes will slowly roll towards me in an accusatory way. Then, they will sadly shake their heads at me and make little "tsk, tsk, tsk" sounds. I will look at my feet and feel like the baddest mom in the world. It's amazing how your family can go from seeing you as a hero, to a zero, in a matter of seconds. Oh well, they'll get over it.

6 howled back:

Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

One should never regret eating chocolate cake, no matter what!

Cat said...

I blame the family member not around when accused! ha!

sparsely kate said...

Yes they will forgive you. And I am celebrating you - you stopped at three pieces. :)

Auburn haired artist said...

I HAD to stop at three, I was starting to feel sick !!

Dad and Mom said...

If I come over right now is there a piece left for me?

Auburn haired artist said...

Nope, I maybe a gutton, but my kids are flat out greedy !!!