Now, with that being said, I am pretty sure I just ate my weight in cake. And not just any cake, we're talking ITALIAN CREAM CHEESE CAKE.
That's right, you heard me.
There was a birthday, and with any good, well-respected birthday, one must eat cake with wild abandon. Who cares that it wasn't MY birthday. It was someone's birthday and that's what matterd.
And no matter how hard I try, I cannot give up cake.
Or stale chocolate chips that are hiding in the back of my freezer where I pretend they don't exist. Oh, but they do. And they taunt me.
Anywho, I knew tonight would be a special night and I have resolved myself to having only one dessert per week. Oh the burdens I bear. And so I decided to dive right in and eat until I had coconut coming out of my nose.
Okay, not really, but you get me, right?
So, there was a little of this...
And a little of that...
And even this, which could very well be the CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN. If you don't have a four year-old nephew, you should run out and get one IMMEDIATELY.
But this was what I was waiting for...and it's not the candles, people.
And apparently someone else was waiting for it too. Notice the fingerprints in the icing. Yep, he's a keeper.
And this is what I want to be buried in: cream cheese frosting with coconut and pecans. Don't deny me my dying wish.
I may or may not have had more than one piece.
Oh, and just to show you that I am health-minded, I ate this too.
So all in all, I would say it was a fairly
successful evening, wouldn't you?
Now just promise me you won't tell my other three teammates. And I promise to be a good girl for the rest of the week...or until someone else has a birthday. Anyone? Anyone?