Cupcake Day, or Save the Werewolves

We celebrated all the April birthdays in our office today with cupcakes and ice cream, so already my day is better than yesterday. Fat+Sugar=Delight. I was thinking that "Cupcake" was a much better descriptor than "Tues", but I think it's probably forcing the issue if I rename a day that happens every week with an event that happens only once a month. Wierd stuff could happen. We might only get one full moon a year, and one can only imagine what that would do to the werewolf population.

I'm starting to realize that my metabolism isn't always going to be what it once was, and I'm really sad about this. After cupcake time, a lovely local company called Truffles & Tortes decided to deliver us some, well, truffles and tortes, so I ate those too. I mean, how can you NOT taste something that their menu describes as having "a hidden dome of creme brulee"?

But looking at the day's gluttony, I am suddenly becoming very afraid of my future. I'm gonna wake up sometime after my fortieth birthday, only to discover I've gained three hundred pounds overnight. And y'all will have Truffles & Tortes, and office cupcake parties, and the simple deliciousness of a good stout beer to blame.