Cake Whore

Hello There My Little French Hens,

As you probably already know, I love cakes and cupcakes. Me likey.............

I guess you could say that I am a cake whore. I know that's what I would say. I am an equal opportunity cake lover, except for cheesecake. Me no likey the cheesecake. Which is a good thing, I don't need another ass.

My favorite type of cake is not the expensive cake you would find at an upscale dessert shop (even though I would happily gobble it up). My favorite cake is the birthday cake you would find at your local grocery store. The moist cake that you could probably whip up from a Duncan Hines box topped off with the thick, sugary frosting with dye.

So anyway, a couple of days ago I was doing my rounds in the building and making sure the doors were properly locked. I get into the conference room and saw some leftover chocolate birthday cake topped with colorful frosting balloons. I looked around, took the cake and walked out as fast as possible with it, hid it in another fridge and took it home. I felt like a little secret squirrel storing up for winter. I've been eating small pieces each day to make it last longer.

So I figure that I got lucky once and found some left over cake. It's rare I make a find like that so I just took the cake and enjoyed my luck.

Well, imagine how I must of felt today. I was doing my rounds again and found another nice-sized piece of chocolate birthday cake. I thought that I died and went to heaven. Once is nice, but two times is divine ! Jesus does love me !

I sat there and proceeded to devour half of that piece (even though I had a piece of my left over find earlier that morning). My coworker just sat there and commented on how much I love cake. At least that's what I thought he said. I was too busy focusing on my chocolate goodness to really pay attention.

I wish I would make such finds in cash form, but let's not get greedy now. Chocolate cake is just fine.

P.S: My birthday is November 30th............