My Alibi
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We interrupt the smorgasbord of photos this week to bring you up to speed on a crime that has occurred in the Casa de Stie.
You see, there was one last slice of red velvet cake (delicious recipe courtesy of the Pioneer Woman Cookbook) left sitting on my kitchen counter.
I was not tempted to eat it because I was swamped this morning.
I was out. Yeah, that's it.
It's been so busy around here - what with me running five half-marathons to raise money for the American Cafeteria Worker's Association.
As you can see, someone snuck into our house and nibbled a corner off the top, right by the delicious chocolate bits.
I didn't see a thing. I was teaching a seminar at Harvard on the importance of flossing.
While I was out last night helping to deliver my friend Maren's new (and very unexpected) baby, suddenly, and without warning, the criminal came back to even out the missing bite in a vain attempt to hide their crime.
FOR SHAME.
But I was busy giving singing lessons to Zach Effron. He really needed someone with vocal talents like mine to help his weak and untrained voice take song.
WILL WE EVER FEEL SAFE AGAIN?
BUT THE CAKE? WHO KEEPS EATING THE CAKE?
WOE IS ME.
Oh, well, it's probably just that, uh, um...apple I ate earlier. Yeah, that's it. An apple. It was delicious, too. I got it from the President in recognition for my great work with the new program I developed to help homeless veterans become zoo workers across America.
I love my charity work. It's so rewarding. Helps comfort me in these difficult times.
[Note to self: They're on to you. Best be baking up another one to throw them off the case.]
You see, there was one last slice of red velvet cake (delicious recipe courtesy of the Pioneer Woman Cookbook) left sitting on my kitchen counter.
I was not tempted to eat it because I was swamped this morning.
I was out. Yeah, that's it.
It's been so busy around here - what with me running five half-marathons to raise money for the American Cafeteria Worker's Association.
As you can see, someone snuck into our house and nibbled a corner off the top, right by the delicious chocolate bits.
I didn't see a thing. I was teaching a seminar at Harvard on the importance of flossing.
While I was out last night helping to deliver my friend Maren's new (and very unexpected) baby, suddenly, and without warning, the criminal came back to even out the missing bite in a vain attempt to hide their crime.
FOR SHAME.
But I was busy giving singing lessons to Zach Effron. He really needed someone with vocal talents like mine to help his weak and untrained voice take song.
WILL WE EVER FEEL SAFE AGAIN?
BUT THE CAKE? WHO KEEPS EATING THE CAKE?
WOE IS ME.
Oh, well, it's probably just that, uh, um...apple I ate earlier. Yeah, that's it. An apple. It was delicious, too. I got it from the President in recognition for my great work with the new program I developed to help homeless veterans become zoo workers across America.
I love my charity work. It's so rewarding. Helps comfort me in these difficult times.
[Note to self: They're on to you. Best be baking up another one to throw them off the case.]