Cupcakes

The easter party I went to yesterday was really fun!

We held it at my sister's house as usual... I swear that house is the grand center of all holiday headquarters. My brother in-laws family was there too, but they're always there! Nick found out about my new job and kept following me, whispering "May 24th" into my subconscious brain... I think its his birthday, I'll be sure to pick him up a copy of 'My Little Pony' or something.

Both my grandparents were there and have you ever noticed how your parents' parents tend to via for their grandchild's attention? It was like WWIII between the 3 of them.

Saturday was also Jeremy's birthday so we held an easter/birthday party combo thing.

Apparently back in the day Jeremy's mother thought she was having a girl, so all they had was little girl clothes... and then HE was born! She showed us a picture of him coming home from the hospital- in a dress! Dear lord, I hope he NEVER reads this...

Also I was briefly lead to believe that I had super powers.

My grandma had made some of her world famous peanut butter cupcakes (which only happens on holidays so me and my sister stuff ourselves to the brim with them). Man, I hovered around those cupcakes like an angry wet cat, batting away anyone who dared get close. Soon the time for dessert had fallen upon us as I delicately held the first cupcake in my hands.

As I was about to take the first bite my mouth was greeted by a whoosh of air. Nick had STOLEN the damn cupcake right out of my hands! I was in shock... I couldn't believe that anyone in life could be so cruel. As I glared at him (willing instant death) he grinned at me and whispered "May 24th" before piggin' out on the poor little cupcake.

My blood boiled as I used ALL of my willpower to murder him with my gaze... and then he's face went blank, and his eyes started to water and his lips puckered up. Then he bolted outside, into the rain, doubled over and spat out the cupcake.

I was just standing there, thinking "Oh god, I killed him!" when my grandma walked up to me and said "Oh dear, I forgot to tell you kids that I accidentally grabbed the lemon cake mix instead of the yellow. I hope they turned out ok..." as we watched Nick rinse out his mouth with a hose making 'blah' noises.

So basically, Nick saved my life as I do not think that in any way lemon and peanut butter go together at all, he saved me from a very unpleasant experience.

Sigh, but I never got my holiday cupcake.