Monday, June 11, 2012

cuppie cake

have i ever written about the time i seductively ate a cupcake (maybe it was a pizza) out of my friend Kyle's parent's fridge and his parents (also named Richard and Debbie, like my own parentals) decided to name me Cupcake? And it stuck, and now everyone that was involved in that weekend calls me Cupcake? Not that I seductively ate cupcakes for a whole weekend (though that would be a wonderful weekend). My cupcake eating (and subsequent naming) event occurred during Kyle's and Carey's epic wedding weekend a few years ago (3.5 to be exact).

Anyway, the other day I got an email from Carey's mom asking if I had been writing my name in cement. I am the only Cupcake anyone needs to know. And don't you forget it.

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