Life Needs Frosting

by Valerie on Tuesday, August 24, 2010


Francis has been going on about Cinnabon ever since I let him try one last week. While we’re having our morning coffee he says, “This would be so good with Cinnabon.” After dinner he puts his fork down and says, “You know what I’m craving for dessert right now? Cinnabon.” On the couch I am applying warm vanilla sugar lotion to my feet while watching the latest episode of Mad Men. He leans in with a big dorky grin, closes his eyes, catches a whiff and says, “Mmmmmm, smells like Cinnabon.” When it got to the point where he was whispering Cinnabon while brushing past me on the bathroom toilet, I knew for sure it was time to get this boy some Cinnabon.

“You can thank Reena for that,” I said. She always insists I try these amazing specialty foods that I wouldn’t be brave enough to try by myself (really, 880 calories for a pastry? crap). Stuff like Deli Manjoo and Beard Papa’s and in the case of our last date, Cinnabon. I love Reena.

Did I tell you about my ongoing theory that the better your are at driving, the better you are at handling life experiences? I am accident prone. You know the terrible Korean driver you poke fun of because ONLY SHE could hit a parked car? *ahem* That would be me. But Reenaโ€”I am constantly stepping on the imaginary break pedal from the passenger seat of her car. The lunatic of a driver. Even behind the wheel, she has the practical joking down. She’s the character who will tell you to roll up all your windows just so she can pass the deadliest gas and wait for a reaction. She does not warn you about it and refrains from laughing until just the right moment because it makes the stink all the more unbearable. EVIL.

There’s plenty of crude jokes and more use of the word ‘fierce’ than I can handle, but one thing’s for sureโ€”it’s never boring when Reena’s around. We are different in more ways than we are the same, but I think that might be why we get on so well. She is the frosting to my Cinnabon.


This is a one thousand percent accurate description of my best friend, soulmate and husband, N. He is a crazy driver, in his sports Mini Cooper, to the point that I’m grabbing the door handle/rail, and bracing my feet against the floor boards, because I feel like I’m going to fly through the windshield. He also “hot boxes” me in bed or in the car with the worst flatulence and then giggles about it in the dark, under his pillow, whilst I fume and claw at the blankets to get fresh air.

But like you said, in many ways you are different, but there are similarities, and she is refreshing to your life, as he is to mine. He and I have as many similarities as difference, however, and he makes me laugh to no end.

It’s always great when you can have more than one person like this in your life.

You are blessed.

And now I’m craving a cinnabon. Blast it.

Mae Lu, thereafterish.

oh man, those cinnabons look DELICIOUS! i agree with 100% that they would go so well with coffee.

also, i’m with you on the accident prone front. i’ve almost hit a few parked cars but thanks to the extra sets of eyes in my car, i still have yet to hit one. ๐Ÿ˜› car stories aside, i managed to rip my toenail off while checking in at the airport. what the heck? who does that? ๐Ÿ™

That is very true, Mae Lu. I am lucky to have such amazing people in my life.

My boyfriend is my best friend too because we get each other on so many different levels. With Reena, I think it’s more loyalty developed from longevity that keeps us together. Even though we’ve each come into our own so differently, we’ve pretty much been close since we were literally in diapers (her mom used to babysit me).

Is that what it’s called, hot boxing? Haha! I guess it happens so often that someone had to coin a phrase for it ๐Ÿ˜‰

Eeeeek! I cringe at the thought of ripping off a toenail ๐Ÿ™ I hope you are okay. Having a Cinnabon might help ๐Ÿ™‚

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