Puddin' Pop

Someone has a sweet tooth.

Thursday I made cupcakes for Kyla at work. She hates work and needed some up lifting. It was 'Kyla's not depressed Friday'.

I woke up the next morning with icing on my hands. I thought I must have eaten one in my sleep. I then looked over to P.F.'s side of the bed and there he was sleeping like an angel icing spread across his furry face with sprinkles. What a dink. He ate my cupcakes.