Newsflash: SloMo's Coca-Cola Cake has arrived safely in Los Angeles.
Y'all don't know chocolate cake until you've tried Southern Coca-Cola cake. Nothing can go wrong when you have a mouthful of this cake. Just thinking about it now makes me want to run to the kitchen for 'just one more little bite' [yeah right]. SloMo did say she was going to fatten me up. Ah well, it's worth it.
I ate whatever I wanted - I was on vacation. I drank soda - I was on vacation. I ate sugar - I was on vacation. I had vanilla lattes every day - I was on vacation. Ooooh, potato soup...two bowls the first time. And one big bowl the second time. Oh yeah, it's good enough to make every night of the week - I was on vacation.
I didn't sleep much. [who has time for sleep on vacation?] But for the first time in a very long time, I slept through the night...all night, every night. Of course, it helps that I was completely wiped out by the end of each day.
I have not stopped. My body's still on Central Time. I flew into LAX this morning and went straight to work. I had three hours of sleep last night. We just kept gabbing and chatting ... it seemed we both didn't want today to come.
Now that I'm home and my work is done, let's see if this sleep pattern can continue in my own bed. Otherwise, I just might have to revisit Hotel SloMo sooner than later. Fine by me.
So ... who wants cake? Speak up...and soon. There's no telling how long this will last in my possession. Headed to the kitchen...