ick

the landscaping man is outside using (what i presume to be) his leafblower to blow away snow. i can smell the gasoline from inside my house. surely this is wrong. :P

(oh, how zelda hates the sound of the landscaping man.)

too. much. cake.

last week, my supervisor brought in a homemade rum cake for us to eat. it took a few days for us to get to it due to craziness at work, and snow. the day we finally got around to eating it another coworker pulled me in to an impromptu party for my friend, and served us homemade cake. so i ate her (delicious) box cake, and then i had my supervisor's rum cake, which was out of this world. i ate two small pieces of that.

that night, my friend f. came over and brought... cake. i had one slice of that (a bakery coffee/crumb cake. it was okay.)

the next day, there was still rum cake.

last night, i made a lemon cake (lemon box cake, and i made a lemon glaze.) it was awesome. marc thought it was too, and insisted i bring it to work with me today. so i did. i ate some there, too.

and my supervisor, inspired by her rum cake adventures from last week, had made a lime rum cake over the weekend. which she brought in today. so i ate a slice of that. (omg so good.)

and before we left work, marc had made a ricotta cake for someone's birthday. i did not eat that. however, between him and me, we had one and a half cakes in the car on the way home, and everything smelled like cake. he reported to me later that his campus smelled like cake.

however, i think it wise for the balance of the universe if cake takes a backburner to everything else.

*hic*