Yesterday I had every intention of popping by to say "hello" and to lament what a hot mess I was.
Though I'm not one to generally use that term, unlike Ms. Klum on Project Runway (new episode tonight - yay) there's no better way to describe it - it being messy, messy me.
I had sweat coming out of places I'd rather not admit I possess. And I'm pretty sure I smelled like I spent the morning participating in football practice rather than just taking pictures of it for the paper. And that was when it was 87 degrees out.
By the time I walked a block to the park wearing my favorite winter scarf (the leopard-print one from Old Navy) and a green polka-dotted wool hat, I was pretty much a goner. (It was a winter-themed celebration at Story Time yesterday. I wanted the paper snowball fight we hosted at the library to seem authentic. Somehow I didn't notice it was not still snowing when I went outside. Nope, instead of the library's cool 74 degrees, it was 107 degrees outside. I'm still not at all sure why it took half a block to figure that out.)
Anyways, those were the thoughts I was all set to relay as I headed home yesterday. Unfortunately, when I got there my mission was greatly derailed.
Thank you a million times over Jenn, with two n's, for the loveliest gift. You're awesome!
When I walked into my room there was a pretty pile sitting on my bed. Pink gerber daisies, a lovely card, flower-covered journal, and a mysterious box-ish thing covered in leopard-print tissue paper. Basically, a break-up survival guide, which my mom rescued from our porch in my absence.
The journal and flowers were nice touches - a place to pen all my bitter thoughts and prettiness to distract me from them. Plus the blooms were fake so I'll never have to watch them die. And the card was beyond perfect, with lots of scrapbooky touches and a "we can weather this storm" sort of sentiment. That's not even mentioning the fact that my name was spelled correctly on the front. (No small feat since we share a name, only I spell it wrong.)
But I've of course saved the best part for last. The BOX! That mysterious box.
Inside the pretty paper was a clear container holding not one but two cranium-sized cupcakes. One carrot cake (a healthy choice, according to a very kind note left inside by my generous friend) and one cookies & cream monstrosity. I'm serious, these things were huge.
I went with the healthy choice - the carrot cake - which ended up being a particularly good thing since it allotted extra calories for some not-so-nutritious greasy tacos from Jack in the Box later. (When watching Top Chef am I the only one absolutely compelled to eat some gourmet goodness - like greasy tacos or buttered toast? Sometimes I just go with toast. I have a sneaky suspicion it might be 'cause I can't cook a thing.)
I digress.
As wonderful as my little "feel better" package was, I will tell you the cupcake had melted slightly thanks to that darn Texas sun and my tardiness getting home. But while that made it hard to photograph properly, it was still the most delicious hot mess I ever did eat.
And so maybe (roll with me here) that melted cream cheese and yummy pecan-laden carrot cake was trying to teach me something important. Like maybe being a mess isn't such a bad thing. Hot or otherwise.
(It would be foolish I suppose to take advice from a cupcake. I mean even if they could talk I don't think I'd want to sit around and listen. 'Cause we both know eventually I'd eat it, and that would just make me feel really bad about the whole thing. You know, unless it said "eat me." I guess then I'd feel alright...
Is it possible to have an 21-hour delayed sugar rush? 'Cause I'm getting really loopy here. I believe the word I'm looking for here is...)
Anyways, intended lesson or not, the cupcake was delicious and the gesture was even sweeter. It's nice to know true friends are there for us through the good times and the bad. The permed hair and the straight. The thick and the thin. The cool and the hot, sweaty & stinky times too.
Please have amaginary cupcake, in hope it brightens your day
the way my friend's kindness brightened mine.
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