I was the personal errand runner, the entertainer of her children and person who removed the bun from her burger when she was on Atkins. All of this in addition to spending my evenings and weekends planning parties for the trophy wives of Minneapolis/St. Paul.And after a year of nigh-on emotional abuse, she laid me off the day after I closed the deal on a $250,000 event.
To say that I was livid would be something of an understatement. I carried a deep and abiding hatred for this woman for the entirety of the summer, nursing it like a hobby, allowing it to ripen and consume a bit more of me every day.
But one beautiful summer day while I sulked, unemployed, in my living room, rehashing all the snarky things my boss had ever said to me, it occurred to be how deeply silly this was. This woman had already tarnished a year of my life. Why was I allowing her to ruin my summer? I wasn’t even on her payroll anymore and she was still controlling me.
Ridiculous. So I started the long and slow process of letting it go.
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The results? Goodish. It was all a bit sweet for me and I was only able to eat one cupcake, instead of my usual five, so I’d suggest reducing the sugar in both the batter and the frosting if you’re going to give these a go. But totally worth making, particularly if you want to steal the show at the next potluck you attend.
P.S. Do you know any recipes that incorporate cheese in an awesome/weird way that I need to know about?
Customs agent: M’am, could you tell me the purpose of your trip?
Me: Ummm, it was a vacation.
Customs agent: Did you know anyone in Peru?
Customs agent: So you were there by yourself? For three months? In Peru?
Me: Well, I traveled with some friends for a while and then I did some volunteer work.
Customs agent: Uh-huuuuuh. And how did you hear about it?
Me: About Peru? How did I hear about the country of Peru?
Customs agent: Yes Ma’am.
Me: Ummmmm … sixth grade social studies class?
Good lord. What’s the most hilariously stupid thing someone has said to you lately?