The following correspondence originally took place upon the Facebook wall of my friend, Brooke N, after she shared artwork from here…
Brooke N.:
“That’s like if you went to a restaurant, and you were like, ‘Uh, waiter? I’ll have the cake.’ And, then, the guy at the table text to you was like, ‘Uh, waiter? Cancel the cake. I don’t want anyone to have cake. God hates cake. My kids are here. If they see you eating cake, then they’re gonna want to have cake, too. You can go hoe and eat cake in private. But, we’d prefer it if you didn’t call it cake. Maybe a civil muffin?'”
Rayn: “Let them eat cake”? 😉
