I really like to bake. Especially when i'm in a thoughtful mood, I just start baking. So last night I made a batch of cupcakes for my co-worker Lisa's birthday. Before I was able to frost them, I met Meg for dinner, leaving the cupcakes sitting on the table, vulnerable and naked, yet with a warning note. No one was to touch my cupcakes.
I came back to find one missing. Apparently Justin took it upon himself to steal one, hoping I wouldn't notice. Obviously, he was wrong. I made more than enough, though, so I wasn't too irritated. Instead, I gleefully frosted my darling cupcakes.
Around 11:30, while slowly falling asleep in my room, I heard rustling outside. My head jerked up and I knew what was happening. Quietly, I walked to my door and turned the knob.
There, in the kitchen, Justin held one little cupcake triumphantly in his greedy hands. I quickly yelled "STOP!" for all the house to hear.
He'll never mess with my cupcakes again.
2 comments:
LOL!!!! Oi, how typical ;) I made cupcakes Friday night! You should come over and eat some when you feel better :D
ME TOO!! No joke! Whenever I'm feeling like that I get an URGE to bake. Doesn't matter what - biscuits, cake, whatever. As long as it's vaguely sugary and I can lick the mixing bowl after I'm happy!
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