“Best day ever!” announced Coco. “Ryan, my nursery manager, suggested we hold a Cake and Denim Day on February 10th.” That was back on the last day of the January. Before I could ask what cake and denim had in common, she was tugging at her layers of apparel. “I’m wearing a denim shirt, jeans, and a denim jacket. I love denim.” Okay, that took care of both parts. I knew she loved. Now it all made sense, February 10th would be a day of love.
“You’ll be full after three slices,” I said. She’d been working out a lot lately and was looking svelte.
“Says who?” I asked.
“Everyone knows that,” she answered matter-of-factly. It’s a known chemical fact. The salty ham breaks down the sugar. Besides we’re going to take lots of walks around the nursery.” It would take more than a few leisurely strolls around the nursery.
“Just Colleen and I,” he admitted. There was at least $300 worth of cakes on the table.
It would most likely take more than her spin class, her belly dancing class, and her hot yoga class to counteract the amount of cake she had sitting at her picnic table.
Etiquette and concern about cooties were pretty much gone. Ryan handed me my own personal fork and told me to go for it. He and Colleen took a big bite of the coconut cake. “Still my favorite,” she announced.
“You’re going to have to throw away a lot of cake,” I observed.
“Heck no,” she said. “I’m taking it home and surrounding my bed with it. That way I can wake up during the night and not even have to get up. I can just reach over and stuff my
face any piece I want.” The idea of it was making me sick. “I’ve got to get more ham if I’m going to go until 10:30 tomorrow morning.”
“So it’s a full 24 hour holiday?” I asked.
I wonder how soon before she’s ready for Organza and Pie Day?
- I’m a rescuer
- Take me out to the ballgame
- Holiday preparation
- Someday it will be hilarious