Cupcake Crash

The Relief Society Presidency came to visit me the other day. Travis was happy to hear they were coming, because he assumed that meant a treat. But they walked in empty handed. Luckily they just left it in their car, so one of the sisters went out to get it. She brought in three cupcakes. And I was thinking, "How are we going to split three between us? I must just get two, since they were for me." Isn't that good logic? Travis should feel lucky to be even getting one. haha. So they had a nice conversation with me, welcomed me to the ward, and left. So then Travis comes out of our bedroom all excited for the cupcakes. What a man. So I grab a cupcake and pretended I was going to shove it in his face. (But I wasn't actually planning on doing it. I was just trying to play.) Anyways, so he picks up a cupcake, shoves it in my face, and then rubs it around. It got up my nose! It was crazy.

So I had cupcake all over my face. But I didn't freak out. I was just quiet about the whole thing. Travis was dying. He felt so terrible after. It was so funny to hear him apologize over and over again. I really didn't care. I figured he got me back for our wedding day. But he kept apologizing for about 20 minutes.

So he cleaned up the mess. And I thought, "well I guess that takes care of the extra cupcake." hahaha