Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Let Me Eat Cake!
I am going stir crazy. I feel like a prisoner, which is a bit extreme for the crime of klutziness. Surely that's only a misdemeanor. I hate not being able to go where I want, when I want. I'm so used to indulging my whims, on a whim. I am chafing horribly at being curtailed.
My freezer and cupboards are well stocked and I'm in no imminent danger of starving. I have plenty of cookies and ice cream to satisfy my sweet tooth. But I keep wanting things to eat that I don't have, and it's driving me nuts that I can't go out and get them. I want a big fat cheeseburger -- and real fries. Since yesterday, I've had an ungodly craving for doughnuts and sheet cake, white with that fluffy white frosting and the flowers made from icing. Why doesn't Krispy Kreme run an emergency delivery service? I can't be the only woman in town craving doughnuts. I'm so desperate that I almost called up the Chinese place last night and ordered a boatload of food -- to meet the minimum for delivery -- just so I could get a couple of orders of those powdered fried doughnuts they have.
I take pride in being a strong woman, a warrior princess, but I don't know if I can take another 3 or 4 weeks of this. I'm feeling pretty wimpy at this moment. A birthday cake, or better yet, a multi-tiered wedding cake, would help a lot.
Y'all go eat a doughnut -- or a cake -- for me and have a Terrific Tuesday!