You receive a thank-you card from a recent baby christening you attended, and in addition to the general thanks for the gift, the proud father writes:
"We'll make sure to have chocolate cake again next time too!!!"
Dang. So busted.
But what I can't figure out is how they knew. It was either:
A.) The five pieces I shoved into my mouth when noone was looking, and then stacked my little plastic plates and pretended they were my sister's (hey, she just had a baby - it's plausible).
B.) The finger prints and swiped frosting left all over the cardboard that the cake sat on.
C.) The black eye I left on that five-year-old who wanted the last corner piece (that little shit was tough, man!)
D.) Someone saw me passed out in a sugar coma in the bathtub, with a ring of chocolate around my lips and under my fingernails, and and a buttercream flower neatly tucked behind my ear (to be eaten later).
Man, I swore I locked the door.