Loved

My sister and her family sent me a beautiful bouquet of flowers and my rock star husband bought me a scrumptious cake, all to celebrate a promotion that is slowly turning into a major cluster fuck. In fact, the flowers and cake seem to be the only high points since accepting this stupid job. Sigh.

Note to Carvel counterperson: For future reference, the word "congratulations" is spelled with a "t," not a "d." You may want to write that one down.

Note to reader: No, Cookie Puss wasn't deformed. It's just that... well... who can pass up a waffle cone nose filled with vanilla ice cream? No worries though. He didn't feel a thing, I swear.