Let Me Eat Cake

I’ve been disappointed this weekend.

On many levels.

People have disappointed me, new people, old people, football people, tv people…disappointed.

It’s been a long while since I’ve felt this way. It doesn’t mesh well inside of me. I don’t like it. It’s prickly and pokey and generally unpleasant.

I told my PseudoSis that at 21 a weekend like that would have put me down for 2 weeks with binging and purging.

At 40, it just means I’ll buy a Paula Deen poundcake from Walmarks, be generally bitchy for about 72 hours, then start to write about it and file it away.

Her response was, “Yes, there’s something to be said about maturity. . . and a little cake never hurts.”

I’ve given myself until 2pm class time this afternoon to dwell. Then it’s back in the saddle. This horse and pony show isn’t canceling due to disappointment.

Giddyup Ya’ll.

6 thoughts on “Let Me Eat Cake

  1. Same. Story.

    All I wanted was birthday cake.

    And (who am I kidding) presents.

    Got neither….

    So, I bought myself a cherry pie today.

    I will eat it all…………………………………………………………………


  2. Cake is my business Sis. You need a cake, you just call someone. My only concern is that you are eating bad cake, wink.
    Honey…. even if I spent 24/7 with you I would always need more. Never enough. But I do need to see you more. I agree on that. All apologies my dear. Whole heart… from the bottom of my heart.
    Josie listens to me ramble all the time, muttering… I miss Misti.
    Time, Daddy, its time to do something about that.
    We were going to do a weekly… standing. Lets do that.
    love. love. love.


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