I know my blog looks weird. Shut up.
That's just mean. I believe the karmic retrobution for you eating Scott's cake is that you're going to get sick with every disease that kept him home.
It's ok. He didn't actually eat it. He just procrastinated in giving to us. He did, however, narrowly avoid being the victim of a swing from a Louisville Slugger when he snuck up our stairs at 1:30am to finally deliver the goods. I was awake and listened to every footstep. If he had tried to open the door . . . Whammy!
I wasn't procrastinating. I was simply letting it age. Everyone knows vintage cake is best.And, by the by, Lisa sneaked it up the stairs, so you'd most likely have swung much too high.
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