I'd just like to announce that the cat litter cake is no more.
I can't believe I ate the whole thing. Or at least, what remained of the whole thing after Thanksgiving dinner, which was still a buttload of kitty litter cake.
I think this proves once and for all that I simply cannot be trusted with junk food of any sort in the house.
Off to moan quietly to myself....
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TWO DAYS. you ate that in TWO DAYS. good lord...I mean, thanks for taking home the rest of the cake! I owe you one.
in related news, I baked two loaves of pumpkin bread (+ cream cheese frosting) today and have already managed to foist half of it on a classmate. maybe I can turn making-people-take-food-so-I-don't-eat-it into a job! I'll bet it pays well.
Be careful, I hear that a career in baking can easily lead to falling in love with IRS agents who are actually protagonists of novels in which they are destined to die tragically. You don't want none of that.
I saw it last night! will ferrell has reached a new level of awesome in my book, so I'd be okay with that, even if he...oh, nope, not going to ruin the ending for the rest of youse. go see it! it's very good!
I'm glad you chimed in, Erica, because I had no idea what Matt was talking about there. I was just going to assume it was the incoherent babbling of a man coming down off of an extended sugar high. Now I stand corrected.
(And yes, I do hope to see Stranger Than Fiction soon.)
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