–Mr. Liverpool and I went to
Saint Shirley’s today for my brother’s birthday.

She serves gorgeous slices of white spongy
cake.

You know, the kind of cake with that thick-
silky- sugary-fluffy-butter cream frosting?

“Kimmy, do you want a piece?   She smiles,
passing me a plate.

“Not now, Mama.” I say.

“You sure?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, I’ll send some for the kids.”

On the way home, Mr. Liverpool asks:
“Did Saint Shirley send cake with you?”

I hesitate.     I mean, Why should he care?

I don’t want to tell him I have two gigantic
slices hidden in my purse cause I want to lick eat the frosting later with some diet
coke.

 

All.   By.   Myself.

I don’t want to tell him I’m addicted,
obsessed, and outrageously excited to eat every. single. drop. of that thick-
silky- sugary- fluffy-  butter cream
frosting…

…while watching Netflix.

 

Finally I say,  “No.”

Yes, I’m a
very naughty girl.

 

Anyhow,

When Mr. Liverpool
Finally goes to bed, I turn on the Swedish Version of “Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.”

 

Which kicks some serious ass, by
the way.

 

I seize my cake, diet coke, and
get all comfy on the couch.

 

With a fork, I  slowly
devour savor and scrape the frosting off both pieces.

 

I conceal the rest in the
garbage can.

 

Waaaaaay down to the bottom.

 

Early next morning, Mr.
Liverpool comes into the bedroom and says,
“Kim, wake up.  I want to show you
something.”

 

“Are you serious?” I say.  “It’s 5:30.”

 

I drag my butt out of bed and go
into the living room.

 

What do I see?

 

Charlie, otherwise known as Little Bastard is eating Saint Shirley’s
sponge cake in the middle of the carpet.

 

Crumbs are spread out all over
the damn place.

 

I can feel Mr. Liverpool’s smirk
burning thru my skin.

 

“BUuuuuuSTED!”  He laughs.

 

I just let Little Bastard keep
eating.

But I’m seriously considering placing him in a home for Wicked Evil Cats.

 

Dearpink lips Reader,  what have you been busted for recently?  Do you have any mischievous pets?

~~~~Classic Kick Ass Buttercream Frosting

 

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