The Next Morning…

16 Jul

I woke like a shot at 5:30 a.m. Had a nightmare that an army of ghosts on horseback were chasing us around the hotel property. They should’ve been riding skunks. I’d like that dream script revised and on my desk in an hour. 

Anyway, when I typically wake from nightmares, I’m famished. This was no exception. I staggered across the room, grabbed the to-go plate of wee cupcakes that accompanied us back to our room after our late-night dinner at the family house, then shut myself in the bathroom, so as not to wake up DJB while I scarfed down sweeties. 

I eagerly peeled away the plastic wrap… too eagerly, my friends, as this is what happened: 

Yes, the whole plate tumbled into the sink. At least it wasn’t on the floor. Easy clean-up. 

Nothing says “good morning” like a sink full o’ cupcakes. Good times. 

Let the games begin. 

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One Response to “The Next Morning…”

  1. Meghan July 16, 2011 at 10:44 pm #

    I love this more than I should.

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