|The only cupcake I am getting is the soap kind!|
Last night, I woke up out of a dead sleep at 11:30 pm, because I wanted a cupcake. I didn't just "want" a cupcake. I "needed" a cupcake the same way my lungs "need" air. That's how much I "needed" a cupcake.
It went like this:
At 11:30 pm, the house is quiet. All beings are sound asleep. I sit straight up out of a dead sleep, with a clarity like no other, and say: "I need a cupcake!"
I look over at The Reluctant Farmer, who is sleeping peacefully and I know.... She needs to get me a cupcake. So, I shake her awake....
Me: "Honey! I need a cupcake!"
Me: "I need a cupcake, like NOW! Can you drive to Meijer and buy me a cupcake?! They have a 24 hour bakery I think! AND I want LOTS of icing!"
RF: "Are you serious?!"
Me: "Um, yes! Don't I sound serious?!"
RF: "No. No, I am not going to go buy you a cupcake at midnight. You made it all day with no sugar. Go back to bed."
Me: "But, now I am not tired."
RF: "Fine, take a Melatonin, and tell me if you still "need" a cupcake in 30 minutes."
Now, she knows I can't even take a child's sized dose of Benadryl with out passing out. (I am a cheap date!)
But, alas. She was right. I didn't need the cupcake....