dreaming of lil' pink cupcakes

have you ever received an email that damned near makes you cry? not just because it's from a dear friend, but simply because it's so hilariously funny it makes your morning coffee shoot out of your nose.

with mr. puddins stretching nearby, gleefully approving of the fact that he has nothing to do today except sleep, play and eat. damn him and his simplistic ways. i proceeded to open my first email this morning and read of a friend's recent cupcake baking fiasco. we're both set to go to an event this evening. the dreaded "potluck" will be a precursor to the actual event itself. crap. i just realized i've got nothing in the works to bring. either way, how many potato salads or casseroles can one gathering have?

here's a snippet of the email that made my laugh till my sides hurt. you have to understand my friend too. quiet, shy, fond of observing... but fiercly intelligent, friendly, and is actually quite funny in her sweet way... once and if you let her open up to you. my wife and i love her and her husband oodles. good friends kick ass. but i digress -

"i may be tired tho, as I stayed up late baking stupid tiny pink cupcakes. oh sure, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but eventually it's 12:52 PM and you're standing in the kitchen surrounded by TINY PINK CUPCAKES and TINY RED SPRINKLES. that may not sound TOO awful, but wait until it happens to you, man. Just wait! The horror...the horror...

Well, i'd better finish getting ready. i'm already late because of those stupid tiny pink cupcakes... frosting them this morning, you know."

i dunno, there's something sweetly funny about the thought of her surrounded by hundreds of pink little cupcakes, slowly closing in on her, all sprinkled up with a vendetta to serve...