Disappearing Cake

Fellow Citizens:

Below is a post-script to my boot camp/health challenge e-mail yesterday. Also, last night I googled ways to get out of doing push-ups and sit-ups. I found several alternatives. I was showing Andy my moves and we laughed so hard that my eyes were burning from the tears and mascara.

I have to add something to my report. I knew boot camp was coming Monday morning so I decided to eat something bad for dessert Sun night. I thought…hmm…what should I eat that I’ll be missing for a while?

I was at the grocery store to buy water and toilet paper and decided to head over to the bakery (which I normally avoid like the plague as not to give in to temptation). It came to me…I LOVE CAKE…chocolate cake. I decided to get one of those individual servings and torture the A’s by eating it right in front of them while refusing to share. My last act of defiance!

I get home, unload the groceries and guess what? No cake. Checked the receipt…yep, I paid $2.69 for disappearing cake. Double-checked the trunk of the car and not there. I decided it was a conspiracy. The A’s must have gotten to the supermarket checker and sack boy and/or this is yet another example of really poor Tom Thumb customer service. They failed to sack my magazine one time and another time I got some poor little man’s salami (he was in line in front of me).

I was too humiliated to go back for my cake and took it as a SIGN. No more cake for me.

CitizenB