So there I was , minding my own business, when suddenly Schipperke declared I WANT A UNICORN BIRTHDAY CAKE!!!! Well, knowing how she can be, there was only one answer, I was going to make not just a unicorn cake, but an EPIC unicorn cake!
So I made that cake. And it was, indeed, epic! It was a confectionery cavalcade of sugary glory, bursts of brilliant colour with flavours and nuances so subtle and suave that they melted like sparkling bliss opon the tongue. The finish on the cake was worthy of da Vinci, Botticelli or Michaelangelo. It was full of life and power and magic. Basking in its glorious awsomeness I thought I heard Neil Patrick Harris whisper in me ear "well done!' But, alas, there was no Schipperke, just me.... and the cake. Sitting there. In its overwhelming perfection. Then, finally, I fell to its siren's song. I would have given it to Schip, but she was not here. The spirit was willing but ah how the flesh was weak. I had a nibble, then a gnosh, then a gnaw, the unicorn fulfilling every glittery rainbow coloured promise it made, until there was nothing left but the delicious memory of it and a sugar rush that would make a Vancouver tweeker green with envy.
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It is Schipperke's fault really. She should have come over. I told her I had some tin sheets for her and even a gifty! But she was nowhere to be seen. It is all Schipps fault, really. So, I figured that it was all right that I ate the Unicorn cake. It was inevitable. It was DESTINY.
It is also destiny that should Schip not show up at my place in the near future, that something .... bad... might befall the gifts I bought her..... just sayin....
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So I made that cake. And it was, indeed, epic! It was a confectionery cavalcade of sugary glory, bursts of brilliant colour with flavours and nuances so subtle and suave that they melted like sparkling bliss opon the tongue. The finish on the cake was worthy of da Vinci, Botticelli or Michaelangelo. It was full of life and power and magic. Basking in its glorious awsomeness I thought I heard Neil Patrick Harris whisper in me ear "well done!' But, alas, there was no Schipperke, just me.... and the cake. Sitting there. In its overwhelming perfection. Then, finally, I fell to its siren's song. I would have given it to Schip, but she was not here. The spirit was willing but ah how the flesh was weak. I had a nibble, then a gnosh, then a gnaw, the unicorn fulfilling every glittery rainbow coloured promise it made, until there was nothing left but the delicious memory of it and a sugar rush that would make a Vancouver tweeker green with envy.
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It is Schipperke's fault really. She should have come over. I told her I had some tin sheets for her and even a gifty! But she was nowhere to be seen. It is all Schipps fault, really. So, I figured that it was all right that I ate the Unicorn cake. It was inevitable. It was DESTINY.
It is also destiny that should Schip not show up at my place in the near future, that something .... bad... might befall the gifts I bought her..... just sayin....
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