I told Raife on the phone, before he came, that Lisa, Ricky and I made a pumpkin cake with cream-cheese frosting. “I don’t eat sweets, Adam,” he said matter-of-factly. I took him at his word. Apparently he was kidding.
Raife ate the entire Pumpkin Cake. I kid you not. Ok, maybe I had a few slices here and there. Maybe Brian did too. But Raife consumed that thing like it was a human soul and he was the Grim Reaper. The whole cake is gone now. All that’s left to show for it is a satisfied houseguest sleeping on the couch.
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The Man Who Ate Cake
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i’ve enjoyed your blog so much that i’m starting to wish i lived in NY ;D(PS – i voted for Kerry too and, though ice cream is my primary vice, i am all about the cookie campaign… next election we must advertise MUCH MORE!… maybe we could get something on the zipper in times square? ;D )E.
YOYOYOYOYO I’m too gangsturr for cakes! 😀
I loved that cake like my own child and I didn’t even get to say goodbye…sniffsniff
why did you delete my entries… WHATS WRONG WITH YOU. I was so inspireddddddd )=