I place them all on the counter, whip up a chocolate mud batter, and divide it evenly between the patty pans.
I pop them into the oven to bake and make my way to the bathroom to shower.
I sing ‘Working 9 to 5’ in the shower, loudly. When I’m done, I step into the hall and the delicious smell of chocolate mud cake attacks my nostrils. My mouth waters and I know one of those babies has my name on it for breakfast.
As I walk into the kitchen, the oven bell dings.
Perfect timing.
I take them out of the oven, cover them with a tea towel and put them on the counter to cool.
After, I heat cream on the stove top, not too hot. I pour the warm cream over some semi-sweet chocolate and slowly stir. I put it aside and wait for it to cool.
Yum!
My stomach rumbles and I pat it.
Soon, my pretty.
I go back into my room to change for work. I decide on a linen pants and blouse combo. Add some heeled sandals and voila!
I scan my bathroom counter for my small bounty of makeup. I don’t really wear a lot of makeup. On the rare occasion I go out with the girls, I’ll apply it a bit darker. I never wear lipstick, only clear or lightly colored gloss. I like the natural color of my lips.
Looking at my limited selection, I decide on mascara and pale pink lip gloss.
A glance at my watch tells me I can start icing the cupcakes so I make my way over to the kitchen counter.
There is something about icing cakes that is almost therapeutic. Using a piping bag, I carefully ice all 12 of them in a swirly snail pattern.
I’m so hungry at this point I take the wrapper off one of the cakes and shove the whole thing in my mouth.
Chewing loudly, I hear the doorbell ring.
What on earth?
I’m still chewing when I answer the door. There stand two men in blue overalls.
Oh, Crudsickles! I forgot about the moving truck!
One of the men speaks, “Good morning, ma’am. I believe you’re expecting a truck of furniture. ”
I nod but am still chewing. I hold up my hand with my index finger pointed up. The universal signal for one minute, please.
When I’m finally able to speak I smile big at them both, “Yes! I’m so sorry. ” Checking my watch I say, “I actually forgot and have to be at work soon. ”
The other man looks at my mouth, clears his throat and speaks up, “I’m sorry ma’am but someone needs to be here for us to unload. ”
Darn it!
My brain goes Ping!
I get an idea. I walk past the movers to the apartment next door and knock quietly.
The door opens and I’m greeted with a large smile, “My, oh, my, is that you Tina?”
Smiling back at her, I say, “Hi Molly! I need a really huge favor. ”
Molly looks down at my mouth. Her lips twitc