Okay. The cupcake story. It’s not actually that amazing, so calm down.

The church I grew up in had something called “Care Groups”, where everybody was in little informal Bible study groups that would get together weekly. The kids were of course dragged along and chucked into any nearby basement or rec-room to socialize. Snacks were a fixture at these events. This time we met at the Unraus house, and one of the Unrau girls…I want to say her name was Jody? (Maybe???) All right, well, her name is canonically Jody now.

So the call went out that it was snacktime and Jody went upstairs while most of us stayed behind for a bit. I think the Blue Thunder movie on TV and we wanted to wait for commercials. She came back with a plate full of things, including some cupcakes.

Thinking that she was being a good host, since it was her house and everything, I said “Oh, thanks!” and snatched a cupcake under the assumption that they were for everyone.

False. They were hers alone. She was alarmed and offended that I would just steal from her plate, and I was incredibly embarrassed. I wouldn’t have done it if I’d have known!

I’m so sorry, Jody! If that’s even your name?

If it isn’t I’m sorry I got that wrong too [October 2, 2012]