Monday, January 23, 2006
Wired
No, not Wired Magazine.
No, alas.
OmegaMom, in her eagerness to buy a nice-looking chocolate cake for OmegaDotter's bday, glanced at the darker brown spots on the rosettes on the chocolate cake she purchased, and assumed (we all know what "assume" means, right?) that the dark spots were dark chocolate. Being a dark chocoholic, and seeking to lure OmegaDotter into the (har) Dark Side, this was seen as well and good.
Um, no.
Those were not spots of dark chocolate frosting.
Oh, no.
They were espresso beans.
The cake was not chocolate, it was mocha.
(A very yummy mocha. Damn fine. But...uh...mocha. That means, in addition to the caffeine from chocolate, there was caffeine from...um...coffee beans. Maybe even more espresso beans.)
All of this dastardliness was discovered after OmegaDotter had cheerfully ingested A Large Amount, before the OmegaParents could start their pieces.
(Picture OmegaMom running down the dark street, screaming, "SAVE ME!!!!" at the top of her lungs.)
You are not allowed to laugh.
At all.
posted by Kate @
1/23/2006 08:34:00 PM
6 Comments:
6 Comments:
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At 1/23/2006 10:10:00 PM,
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At 1/24/2006 07:39:00 AM,
Momma Star said… -
At 1/24/2006 08:18:00 AM,
Julie Pippert said… -
At 1/24/2006 01:17:00 PM,
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At 1/24/2006 02:10:00 PM,
lemony said… -
At 1/24/2006 04:33:00 PM,
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you don't *hear* me laughing, do you? Then I must not be laughing.
Nope. No laughter here. None. Never. I'm not laughing. I would never laugh at someone else's misfortune. Nope. Never. Not me.
That would be unkind.