These cupcakes aren't for me. They're for my daughter's birthday, which isn't until June 12th, but I brought treats for her class today since they'll be out of school on her real day. Of course she had to have Cleveland Browns colors for the frosting. We've had an ongoing debate over whether the Steelers fans in her class will be able to consume them. Those are sparkly sprinkles on them, not raindrops, though we all got pelted this morning on the way in to school.
Oh, and I did not make the cupcakes. They are from here.
In other news, it's my birthday. Last year was pretty crazy, but I got a lot of things straightened out. Yesterday I was assigned a Black American Lit class for Fall (kind of ironic, with the recent banning of ethnic studies classes elsewhere) and I am so excited. I love teaching multi-genre classes. Already putting my syllabus together. It was sort of an early birthday present, out of the blue.
My friends are already spoiling me rotten. I am so lucky, and I know it.
No new poems lately. Gotta fix that.