Lately this blog has been like an old man taking a pee. It goes in fits and starts, and just when you think it's all done, a little more dribbles out.
Here's your dribble, Reader.
Today is mah birfday.
I've eaten a lot lot lot of cake in the past week.
It's been good.
At some point I need to stop eating cake. That point is not happening tonight, however. Tonight, I'm going to enjoy two teensy mouthfuls - which will be the whole entire thing, it's very small - of this 440-calorie cake in a container.
Because Salty Carmel.
As Marie Antoinette said, "Let Me Eat Cake!" Or maybe that was me who said that. Someone said it.
Then, it's back to regular blogging starting tomorrow. Or sometime this week. I can't guarantee tomorrow. I"m old, ya know.
p.s. - Do you get the subject line reference, Reader?
You can shake it
You can squeeze it
You can knock it against the wall
But ya gotta put it in your pants
For that one last drop to fall.