Friggin Sprinkles...

Deb made these cupcakes for when Sara, Derek and the girls came over this weekend. Problem is they didn't make it due to illness and we had all these cupcakes to eat. So I took one to work with me today. Well the cupcakes have these red/pinkish sprinkles all over the top of them. No biggie except when I got back out to work, a few of the mechanics were laughing at me and I couldn't figure out why. Could have been my frizzy hair... my lumbering ape walk... my bloody knuckles from dragging them on the ground... but nope. It wasn't any of the obvious and normal things. It was because I had red/pinkish sprinkles all over my lips that looked like bloody glitter. So naturally when I figured it out, I altered my stance, raised the octave of my voice, looked those bastards straight in the eyes and said in my best gay voice (which is actually quite good) "You're just jealous you couldn't pull off red glitter in these outfits like I can". That shut them up. Nothing like the possibility of a homosexual sueing you for sexual harassment to get your mind back on your job.

That's the story and I'm sticking to it...

Good night my fellow bloggers.