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Perfection be thy name...

I realized last night, as I was munching again on lemon pound cake smattered with homemade strawberry jam, that I just may be perfect. Let's face the facts folks.

Looks, check (nobody said they had to be good).

Intelligence, check (hey, I've never claimed to be the smartest man alive, but I'm definitely in the top three).

Domestic Goddess, check (I dinned last night on Turkey, mashed potatoes & gravy, steamed veggies and topped it of with pound cake and fresh strawberries).

Humility, check (a man's gotta know his limits).

Just so y'all wouldn't feel left out I snapped a shot my pre-midnight snack.

Mmmmm cake.

Posted by phineas g. at 11:03 AM on April 26, 2006 | TrackBack
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Damn you and your cake! You KNOW how badly I want cake! But I need to be able to strut around the pool side all sexy in kitten heels this summer. Cake is not going to help. Sheesh!

Oh, um, I think you left a few zeros off of that three up there. ;)

Posted by: Theresa at April 26, 2006 12:54 PM

That cake looks so um... perfect.
You didn't call us when it was time to eat it - din't cha wanna share??
That's okay... we really don't need the calories around here at The Crossing.

Posted by: LadyBug Crossing at April 26, 2006 03:50 PM

Yeah, rub it in...I remember when I could eat like that and stay as skinny as you are. Not gain a single pound.

Now I have to WORK at keeping the weight off.

Your day, my friend, is coming--enjoy it while you can. It won't be long before you too will have a metabolic shift.

Heh, heh, heh....

Posted by: WB at April 26, 2006 10:20 PM

Drool.

Posted by: agent bedhead at April 27, 2006 01:09 PM