So this happened today:
My friend Alanna texted this to me:
Just to clarify, the female winner (me) was supposed to just get the cape and the male winner the sword. However, I knew my son would LOSE HIS SHIT if he could have a sword like that (and I was right-- pic below). I wanted to make a deal with our company He-Man and trade the cape for the sword. Later I ran into the He-Man winner in the hall and he gave me the sword for my son without me even asking. Which was incredibly nice.
However, the day couldn't end on such a high note. I guess we have to balance the highs with the lows.
I didn't tell my son about the lost balloon but he immediately asked what happened to the icing on the cupcake. Which was non-existent. He did however lick the inside of the bag and told me that the icing (peanut butter flavored) wan't that great. Thankfully I had also brought home a piece of cake that won first prize in a dessert contest during the company barbecue. The name of the cake is Crack Cake. I think because it's so good you can't stop eating it. There is no actual crack in the recipe. I checked with the winner just to be sure. (I was a teeny bit disappointed only because I wanted to see words like, "OK to substitute cocaine for crack but use one third of the amount). This is is probably the only time I'll ever do this, but here is the recipe for Crack Cake. As soon as I saw that it uses store bought cake mix as the base I was like, "I'm in".
I'm the worst kind of asshole-- I think I'm funny.
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