This week had a theme… CuPcAkEs!! It started with a friend and I trying a new cupcake place in town (we are medical reps and we do a lot of goodie-giving so a new cupcake place sounded like a good thing to check out…for work…of course.) We went. The cakes were MEH but the icing was FAB! (Is it gross to order a pound of icing? Okay, then a pound of icing, please.)
Fast forward to today. That same friend and I are having lunch and discussing a promotional item we could make from an idea on Pinterest involving cupcakes in a mason jar. (I know, who wouldn’t want to get an afternoon goodie with all THAT happiness in a toteable jar?!) My friend told me at lunch that she had lab tests done this morning. One of which was an A1C test, which if you don’t know, is a test for glucose (Diabetes). My friend was offended that her doctor prescribed this test. OFFENDED. My friend is a nurse and ate cupcakes all week (and pasta, with me, right before a lab test) and was offended. I said, “You are offended?” She said, “Yes”. I laughed and told her to throw her arm up on the table and I squeezed around the cupcakeyness of it and said, “Really, bitch…you’re offended?” We laughed and laughed. My friend told me that her doctor was super healthy and had offered to have my friend stay with her at her house for a month to embrace the healthy lifestyle and train with her and her super-healthy husband.
I immediately tuned out my friend with a mental image of her hiding in the guestroom closet cranking out shameful looking and tasting cupcakes from an Easy Bake Oven hidden skillfully in the back of the closet. I pictured my friend going batshit crazy when the sad little light bulb that actually does the cooking in the Easy Bake Oven poops out. I can just see her busting through the shuttered closet doors like the Incredible Hulk looking for that good icing, or a mason jar full of cupcakes or even one of those Ho-Ho-Ring-Ding things.
I promised my friend that if she got bad news from her test and had to adopt a new lifestyle, and forced to wave goodbye to chocolate covered yum-yums that I would join her. It’s what you do with friends. That, and offer shovels and plastic sheeting and alibi assistance when needed…