There you were though. Sitting behind that glass door. You were looking like more than a snack, maybe not the whole cake just a piece. My God, it’s been so long since I’ve had a piece though. I know I’m a sick man, and you’re nothing but trouble for me. That look you gave me though, those dinner table eyes I had to have you. Those sitting in the parking lot, in a dark area with some Careless Whisper playing on 96.1, as I requested it from Delilah for us. For 5 long minutes you gave me a sugar rush, through not just my sweet tooth but my whole body. I thought, all evidence of our indiscretion was cleaned up. She saw it though, that little dab of frosting on my beard. Mamabear didn’t say anything, but she knows. She just doesn’t want to admit it. Until we meet again my sweet Tres Leches.

You need to have an affair with this cake if you see it out anywhere. It will have you questioning the fabric of reality. I’m not taking my blood sugar today because I already feel guilty enough. Until next time Mimis.

Your friend in food,

Doc