Diabolical New Year's Resolutions

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 As Logged By:


Agent Rose


The new year has sprung at last

With a party that was a blast.

What to do with so much cake?

That Mommy clearly didn't need to bake.


The time has come for this undercover sweetie

To be diabolical with Mommy's sweet tea.

It needs a little extra flavor.

Some added carrot that she can savor. 


What a party!  What a blast!
 
We rang in the new year.  I partied so hard that I ran out of toots!
 
Now, morning has come and I am ready for some applesauce.
 
When I go into the kitchen, however, I am met with a sight that has me gasping in awe.
 
How many cakes did Mommy make?  Sure, we sang and cheered.  Sure, we invited family and friends.  Sure...
 
But, it wasn't that many people.
 
Cakes are stacked here.  Cakes are stacked there.  When did she make a double layer red velvet cake?  I don't remember seeing that last night.
 
And I thought the piles of Christmas cookies was too much.
 
 "Sorry, Rose.  I don't have room to make your special applesauce this morning," Mommy apologizes as she heaves a cake from one side of the kitchen to the other.

No special applesauce?

I always eat a bowl of special applesauce on New Year's morning.  

ALWAYS!

"Oh, you look so disappointed."
 
You don't know the half of it, Mommy.  I can feel my ears turning red.  I'm so angry I might let out a huge toot!  
 
"Maybe I can make some later after I've made some room on the counter."  Mommy offers me a smile.  "Here, I'll let you have some of my tea to make up for the lack of applesauce."

I let the anger slide, especially if it means I get to enjoy some tea.

Mommy sets the cup on the floor and I crawl on over.  While she gets to work shuffling cakes here and there, I grab the mug as best as I can.  

Hmm...

Usually her tea is warmer than this.  Not piping hot, but definitely not so cold.

I take a sip.

And, then, I gag.

What is this?!  I would have screamed, if I knew how to speak.

This isn't green tea.  This isn't ginger.  This isn't English breakfast or Oolong, either.

This is...  sweet tea.

Oh, no, no, no.  This cannot be.  Never have I ever had any sweet tea.

And, yet, I can't decide if I like it or not.  So, I take another sip and another.  Not bad, but not Oolong either.  Who knows?  I might end up liking it.

But, this lacks a little flavor and I am a diabolical sweetie.  It's the new year and it's time to set the stage for what's ahead.  

A little flavor.  Hmm...

Nothing adds flavor quite like carrot cake.  And there just happens to be one on the floor, not two scoots away from me.

Here's a glob, now two.  

I stir it around, slopping cake and tea all over the place.  

"Rose!  What have you done to my tea?"

I look up from my perfectly centered spot inside puddles of tea and globs of cake.  I give Mommy a smile.  Happy New Year, Mommy.  

Get ready for some diabolical fun!



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