What the heck?
There is a tupperware container of 4 cupcakes in my kitchen.
They look yummy.
They’re cupcakes.
No one in my house has mentioned them in the 2 days they’ve been here.
I’m trying to lose the tiny little spare-tire that I’ve developed around my mid-section.
But they’re cupcakes.
I have a wife who loves sweets as much as I do. I have a 5 year old and a 7 year old.
These people should be cupcake obsessed. Those things should’ve had a life-span of 8 seconds in this house.
Why is there a tiny, looks like “here, take these home to share” sized tupperware container of cupcakes in my house that no one is talking about?
Can I eat them? I keep forgetting to ask.
I’m home alone.
The cupcakes are upstairs.
12 stairs and a short walk to the kitchen away.
I almost called my wife at work to ask about them.
Then I realized I would’ve been interrupting the education of 28 kids to enquire about a cupcake.
So, I can’t do that.
The cupcakes.
These are the stressful things that make men die earlier than women.
Tony Caselli 
Bring them to class. We’ll take the blame for eating them.
Back off my cupcakes, jeebs.
I think I would probably eat the cupcake.
But then, I don’t have a wife and two kids.
Mmmmm… cupcake.
Seriously…the stress…
I think the 12 steps and the short walk to the kitchen justify your eating them as it could be your exercise and then you wouldn’t feel guilty!
Excellent Point!!
That’s totally legitimate…now I just have to make sure I have clearance from the tower before I eat myself into oblivion.
LOL! The wives are in charge of the cupcakes and don’t you forget it! You’ve eaten one by now, haven’t you? Don’t lie to me. There’s frosting on your face! Ohhhhh… you’re going to be in trouble. Those were Special Cupcakes she is saving for a Special Purpose. Don’t do it!!
Mary919! So nice to see you around here!
I haven’t eaten one! I swear! I may have…sniffed…and possibly tasted a fingerful of frosting…maybe…but you’re absolutely right, the Special Cupcakes for the Special Purpose are ABSOLUTELY my fear!! *Laughing* Dammit, we men, we’re so transparent…
cupcakes are our friends
You have a wife and two kids and you don’t feel entitled to eat the cupcakes? You work all the time, are stressed about the new theatre, and are in the middle of rehearsals, and you still don’t eat the cupcake. You need some serious help, my friend. I don’t think I can be friends with someone who doesn’t eat those damn cupcakes. That’s just not right, mister. God wants you to eat the cupcakes. There’s a reason they’re there.
Love,
a
Re: cupcakes are our friends
Oh Great! Why don’t you just put on a little red outfit and sit on my freakin’ shoulder advertising the REST of the sins I deserve to be indulging in, too! Enabler! 🙂
Re: 4 Cupcakes, 4 people in your family
Out of all the possibilities that exist, YOU getting the cupcakes is at the very bottom.
However, you make a legitimate point about the quantity and probable purpose of the cupcakes. Further study must be made.
mmmmmmmmm cupcakes…… i am having a very homer simpson-like moment here!!!! If they were my cupcakes…they wouldn’t be here anymore…mmmmmmmmm
Yes, well…they’re still there. Calling me. Killing me softly with their song…
…as i read your entry to my better half, i realized how wonderful a monologue it is…may i add your entry into my repertoire of audition pieces?…
LOL, I’d be honored. It never occurred to me, but cool! Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.
Good to hear from ya, by the way!
And what was the verdict?
Thanks for asking! I’m just about to post an update, in fact! Hope all is well in YOUR part of the country! 🙂