I feel cruel and I don't care. This people loving, tree hugging social worker does not mind admitting to a dark side. As the weatherman drones on about black ice, sheets of rain, no visibility, tornado warnings and wind chills of 40 degrees below zero my first instinct is to order out...because I can. The idea of someone delivering piping hot food to me in these conditions sends an evil shiver of pleasure down my spine. Is this wrong? Does anyone share this passion? Can I be forgiven?
On a completely separate note...Jerry and I are taking bets on our daughter. Jerry thinks she will respond with a look of confused desperation as she is sung "Happy Birthday"...my vote is an open mouthed scream, fists pounding on the table. Who will win? We'll keep you posted.
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So Ella had somewhat of an "off" day but still had fun. She looked confused on the b-day song but sparked up as she consumed her entire vanilla frosted cupcake and then started on her chocolate frosted cupcake. Apparently she likes vanilla better.
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