You can have cake and eat it, too. But you might regret it.

Some days, you wake up wrong. Your eyes are puffy. Your skin looks wierd. You don't have enough time. Everyone needs time. You try to keep your game face on while people talk to you, at you. Smile. Pretend.

Of course I came home from my day and took a bath immediately because a bath is my absolute favorite thing to do these days. Then Mike came home and told me that a dog bit him on the butt on the way home from the bus, so he stood on the toilet to look in the medicine cabinet mirror, dropped trow and I watched from the bath a bloody bite on Mike's butt. Seriously?
We attempted to remedy the day by ordering sandwiches and getting psyched to watch Heroes. But I went to my friend's next door and came home at 9:00. Ready! But Heroes started at 8. And Mike said it was awesome.

On an entirely different note, I think I'm addicted to cake. I really, really, really love cake. We hosted a little baby shower for one of my girlfriends yesterday and we got one. A delicious pre-made, no frills white sheet cake. It was the highlight moment of my yesterday. It makes my tastebuds do awesome things, it gives me a wicked sugar high. I love it! I sent her home with most of it but was sure to retain a large chunk for myself. Which I nibbled at, one sliver at a time. One teeny tiny bite here, one litte rip off there. One sweet blue flower. One red sugar balloon. And then, as quickly as it came, nearly 1/4 of an entire sheet cake gone. In my stomach. Feeding that sugar addicted baby that I must be creating. And surely its post bliss crash contributed to my crappy day. I mean something as WONDERFUL as cake most definitely has a flip side.