I Might Have a Sugar Problem

I didn't used to be like this... promising my boyfriend things I can't mention on the interwebz in exchange for him taking the time to drive out of his way after work to pick me up a "Harvest brownie" from Sugardaddy's.

I will admit it - I have developed a severe sweet tooth. Right now I'm on a cupcake kick, specifically pumpkin flavored cupcakes. I have been trying to ween myself off sugar for a few weeks now, but last Wednesday I won myself a free cupcake from Three Babes and a Baker. This is a local business that actually operates out of a truck. Sounds a little creepy, or at least I thought so, but the owner is a darling and the cupcakes are wonderful. She does these promotions on twitter all the time (so if you’re a Columbus local and you like cupcakes you’re going to want to follow her) for free cupcakes. She tweeted that the first five people to tweet “I love cupcakes” got a free cupcake. I did, and I was one of the first five. She told me to pick my cupcake up… before 3:00pm.

I work 30 minutes outside of Columbus and I was scheduled to work until 3:00. So you know what I did? This may shock you but it was NOT the responsible adult thing, which would have been to pass up the cupcake to someone else. I left work early and drove like a bat out of hell to get there by 3:00pm.

And of course I couldn’t leave well enough alone. I was really wanting a pumpkin flavored cupcake, and I decided that I would take it upon myself to find the best pumpkin flavored treat (doesn’t even have to be a cupcake) in Columbus. I know, I know…. so brave and selfless am I to take on such a task.

I drove straight past my house the next day to Bakery Gingham and bought a Pumpkin Pie flavored cupcake from there. The following day, Friday, was the day I propositioned my boyfriend in an attempt to have him pick me up the pumpkin brownie I mentioned above. Due to an unfortunate turn of events he was unable to do so.

It’s getting real serious up in here, folks. I don't even know what lengths I'm going to go to next.

Justin is going to come home from work one day and I’m going to be lying on the floor in a puddle of frosting and cake crumbs, having OD’ed on one too many cupcakes.

Either that or I’ll just get fat.