Last night my husband was stepping out for a second to pick up something from village pantry so I asked him to bring me a snack.
"What kind of snack?".
"I don't care, something Hostess-y".
"Okay".
Now our Villiage Pantry is very close, I can walk there in about five minutes so when he came back 45 minutes later I knew I was in for a treat (or treats). He brought me (drum-roll, please....) two boxes of cupcakes, real cupcakes baked in an oven with actual icing on them. He also brought a medium size birthday style cake and two quarts of ice cream (one of them was birthday cake).
"Did you mean to pick those up for your other wife? That's pregnant?"
"What? I thought you liked birthday cake? Village Pantry didn't have any snack cakes so I went to the grocery store."
"Thanks!"
Now I have cake. Lots and lots of cake. Anybody want some cake?
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