Cake for Breakfast

Cake for breakfast is wonderful. It makes everything better. Like the fact that someone I consider fairly stupid is now performing QA on my work, and (1) I trained her on several occasions in the past, (2) she's stupid, and (3) she lectured me while I was drinking my first cup of coffee. Perhaps it's my own fault for checking my email early in the day, but I was trying to be a good little do-bee. Screw that. I was mean to her, I think, but I don't care. If she's crying now, oh freakin' well. (Work Mama, if you're reading this, you know what and who I'm talking about.)

Anyway, that little incident led me to cake for breakfast. Fortunately for my ever-deflating ass, it was WW-friendly Diet Coke cake which I made last night. Yummy. I may not have made dinner, but there was cake. That makes me a good mom, right?

One nice thing about me today: I have exquisite taste in music. Just ask me.

A little philosophy now:

There's no such thing as coincidence.

There's also no such thing as:
1. Destiny. Free will supersedes everything.
2. Fate. Again, free will.
3. Soul mates. Sentimental claptrap.
4. Fat-free cheese that doesn't taste like ass. I don't think I need to make an argument in this case.