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i wish i was eating king cake right now.

if you don’t know what king cake is, i am v. v. sorry. but here is a picture of a particularly good-looking one:

holy crap i’m hungry.

so, somewhere in that king cake, there is a tiny pink plastic baby that
you may or may not accidentally swallow. if you don’t swallow it, it
means that you win!!!

what do you win?

the responsibility of bringing the next king cake. awesome, i know.

at least, that’s how it worked when i was a little kid in lafayette,
louisiana. i specifically remember one day at lunch in kindergarten. i
had been wanting to get the baby for soooo long, but it always went to
someone like colin borden, who wouldn’t appreciate it AT ALL and would
probably do something v. gross and inappropriate with the baby. but on
that glorious day, i was cutting into my piece of delicious cake and–
lo and behold!!!– i saw a tiny pink arm sticking out!!!! hurrah!!!!!!
victory, at last!!

of course then my mom had to go buy a king cake for our whole kindergarten class the next week. but you know, them’s the rules.

you may be surprised to learn that i actually remember this, given the
fact that i can’t remember my own middle name (wait… that’s a trick
question, isn’t it?!). but when it comes to FOOD, fabulous food, my
memory is sharp as a tack.

and tacks are sharp!!!

and here’s something i just tacked on to this post:

“happiness isn’t normal.”

i have to admit, i was super interested in reading this article (just watch the ad and you can read it for free w/o salon premium) about a new book by psychologist steven hayes, get out of your mind and into your life.

but… um… yeah. it’s disappointing.

has anyone read this book?

at any rate, i think i’m ready for lent. which is cray cray.