December 13, 2010
Let’s pretend that when I dropped the cupcakes off at school in the morning that I had just finished working out and those were my work-out clothes I was wearing. Not my pajamas.
Also, let’s pretend that the cupcakes came from a fancy bakery and not the Wal-Mart. Because I don’t shop there! Okay I do
sometimes often, but I properly chastize myself every time I walk into the store and buy their cheap, cheap products rung up by the underpaid employees. But I have seven kids. How else am I supposed to keep them supplied with the over processed, sugar filled, fat ladened snacks that is their god given right to consume as Americans?