Fresh-baked evil

Yesterday was Beau's birthday. We'd already gone to see The Cars to celebrate, but I told him I'd come to his house after work and make him dinner on his actual birthday. (Luckily, he is easily pleased; spaghetti with meat sauce it is!)

I went to the store at lunch to buy what I needed for dinner. In the bakery, I couldn't resist buying this big yellow birthday cupcake. It's so cheerful. And it's a cupcake. And I can justify any cupcake purchase in a white-hot second. Duh.

At the checkout, the cashier admired the cupcake and I told her it was my beau's birthday.

Aw, that's sweet, she said. A cupcake for two.

And, in a moment of unnecessary honesty, I said Actually, he's diabetic. He can only have a bite or two. The rest is mine mine mine!

She, not knowing that Beau isn't really a cake/sweets person and he wouldn't care if he had a bite or not, stared at me, totally agape.

And she gave me a look that instantly let me know that she'd nicknamed me Cupcake Devil Girl.

Note to self: no more unnecessary honesty with strangers.

PS: Beau loved dinner, half-heartedly took two bites of cupcake, and I DID eat every bit of the rest of it! Nom! Nom! Nom!