I wanted cake.
That is all. Coincidentally, it is the weekend of ham and chocolate bunnies and candy goodness. And zombies.
(I’m not judging … I’m pretty sure it’s a virus … but I digress.)
It was a good Good Friday. We got out of work “59 minute rule” early and I had a nice metro ride home. It was all metaphysical … deep … full of heavy meaning.
(In the interest of full disclosure, I am indeed a registered and fully-baptized Catholic. And entirely a non-believer.)
So anyway, work was slow and lots of people were doing the religious family-visit thing.
It was quiet … and I wanted cake … to be fully honest I wanted to bribe my family with cakey happiness. Continue reading