You Had Me at “Dump Cake”
December 26, 2013 § 3 Comments
My poor Chris has been sick since Christmas, which was….yesterday? really?….and is currently asleep on the couch. So, when I feasted my eyes (GET IT BECAUSE DUMP CAKE) on this masterpiece dinner theater and immediately started quaking with giggles like some 12 year-old boy confronted by, well, an infomercial for “Dump Cakes” (BUTTS YOU GUYS), I tried with all my might to stfu & push my laughter deep down to the centered and mature part of my soul. Unfortunately, that part of my soul has emotional problems, and I almost threw up from lack of oxygen. That’s what I get when I try to act like a grown-ass woman.
What really killed me was the Dump Mug Cakes (mug o dump?) — more an inside joke with my mommy than anything else, on account of all she ever wants to do is watch people fall out of houses, barhop, and cook mini cakes in the microwave (nailed it!). NAW I’M JUST KIDDING MOM, I know you also like cage fighting.
Well, that’s pretty much all I’m good for tonight. I’m going to watch this mess like 6 more times before I go to bed, as the good lord intended.