What kind of person steals a birthday cake? SERIOUSLY?
Apparently, the kind of person who work on the third floor of our building. Yesterday the office threw me a birthday party, complete with tres leches cake topped with strawberries. It was delicious. And we saved an entire half of the cake for a secondary celebration today.
However, when Texas Barbie went to retrieve our delicious dessert from the fridge, she discovered that only a mere slither of our once grand cake remained. Someone(s) on the third floor had eaten my birthday cake!
Seriously, who takes other people's food? What if that had been poisonous cake? Or what if it had been intended for orphans? What if that cake was the cure for cancer and scientists hadn't had time to analyze it yet? What if the meaning to life was hidden in that cake?
I'm pretty sure I'll be in a baking mood tonight. I'll whip up some gooey brownies and then tomorrow I'll leave them in the third floor fridge. It'll be like Mardi Gras, but instead of getting a small plastic baby, everyone who takes one uninvited with end up with a mouth full of laxative.
Now excuse me while I go teach some folks from accounting a lesson.
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