During a few of the presentations I've given, I've told The Cupcake Story, which happened when I was around 9 years old. But I've never blogged The Cupcake Story (TCS?). (Mostly because the title itself has too many capital letters and it's exhausting to keep hitting the damn shift key. Or maybe because I still feel guilty about it ... I think it's the guilt.) I've finally come clean about TCS ... only I'm hiding it over on Animas.
“What is your blood sugar, Kerri?”
I didn’t want to look at her, because I knew she’d be mad. She wasn’t asking because she wanted to know, but because she already knew.
“Muhmm meigh meh,” I replied, keeping my eyes down in defiance.
“Say again, please?” I didn’t need to look at her to know that her hands were on her hips and her eyes were sharp with daggers.
“Two eighty five.”
The rest of TCS is on Life, Uninterrupted ... but I'm leaving the cupcake photo here. ;)