King Cake

Feb 07, 2006 02:06

We have a king cake and you don't. Beat that.

However, I'm a little nervous about eating it because I live in constant fear of getting the baby. And you know what that means. That means I have to get the next king cake. Where in Oxford am I going to find a friggin' king cake? I'm really not ready to get the baby.

We found a dog tonight hanging out by our apartment. She was friendly, trained and had her shots. I tried to invite her in, Patrick said no. I knew it was a girl dog because...well, yeah, the obvious...and the fact that it stopped hanging around me after roughly three minutes. That tends to be the trend these days.

I rest my sugar-coated case.
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