She was terminally pretty

Ohhhh that cake, that cake, that beautiful chocolate cake. Fudge frosting over ribbons of butter cream. As I ate it out of the pan with a large spoon I sang Dancing Cheek to Cheek - out loud! I threw in a few of my own lyrics but the idea was that I was in heaven. This particular cake was one that came into my life almost 30 years ago. I worked at Foote Hospital in the data processing department, second shift. Once all the day people would leave and all the work was finished, because we did it ALL, we would break out the little hot dog griller and the cake. We had to stop the hot dog thing because when the day people would come in the next morning they complained about the lingering odor. I always thought if they had been working as hard as we did they wouldn't have noticed it. Back to the cake. Ohhhh that cake. I can't believe it's still made today. It's just as dreamy now as it was then. Today it serves a different purpose. Back then it was just good eatin'. Now, it makes me deliriously happy. It's like I'm in a trance. I see nothing. I hear nothing. Anything that was remotely stressful is gone. If they could only put that in a pill. I don't think I would take it. You can't replace that feeling of when that first piece of fudgey frosting touches your tongue. Cleaning off the spoon before diving into another piece. Sigh. Heaven, I'm in heaven and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak......