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Cupcakes Got Your Goat? We're having a wild snowstorm here in the hinterland, so the boys are home. Stu and Cuy are out feeding the cows, and the dogs are literally soaking themselves in the white stuff. Casey is demonstrating that he's the true brains of the bunch by staying in bed. And I've secured my spot on the other end of the spectrum by washing the kitchen floor. What is wrong with me? The worst part of today's snow day is not that the kids are home or that the kitchen floor (and the bathrooms -- yes, I made the mistake of cleaning those, too) will soon be filthy again or that in about ten minutes Stu's going to run in and drag Casey kicking and screaming out into a snowdrift. It's that there's 48 cupcakes sitting on my dining room table. They were supposed to be delivered to Cuy's school today for Read Across America day. Only now, of course, RAA day is postponed due to precipitation. Sure. I can bring them in tomorrow and the kids can eat them then. But I fear there'll be none left. Already they're calling my name. Suzy...Suzy... You're too old for bathing suit season, bitch, so CAVE, CAVE and CONSUME US!!!! In an effort to fight back and not have to live on water with lemon for what's left of my life, I brought a few out to the cows. I thought of it as a sort of snow day science experiment. I wasn't sure cupcakes would rank up there with range cubes, but if they did, I'd have 48 fewer things to worry about. So I traipse outside with my Giants cap barely protecting my blow out (oh the stuff I'll do in the name of starvation) carrying a couple of yummy yellow cake, buttercream and sprinkle covered confections and the cows? They decide to stay hidden in the hog pen. (Guess they can't risk ruining their precious tresses.) Their loss. As it turns out, Willie and Duke (Duke's the one looking at the camera) were only too happy to breakfast on some of Betty Crocker's best. I say some because, well, I just couldn't part with all of them. Forget bathing suit season. My main concern at the moment is whether or not I've got enough milk. |
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