The Great Brownie Debacle

Today, February 6th, is my dad's birthday.

I decided it would be nice to overnight him his favorite treat- brownies. My sister elected to be a jerk and buy him a Kindle.

Thanks, thank you for making my present look like crap.

I had planned on ornately decorating them with icing. They were going to be beautiful. True, you can't read a book on brownies, but guess what? Kindles don't taste delicious with milk.

Suck it, sister.

Unfortunately, I completely forgot to buy the special decorating icing-pens at the grocery store. My sister refused to go out and get them for me, and the great Poker Night/Blackjack Experiment was about to begin so I couldn't leave and make it back in time.

With great disappointment and reluctance I decided to forgo the icing.

Several glasses of wine later, I was up $235 ($230 of which I had to give back. It was dirty money)(If you did the math, yes, I'm a terrible poker player).

Of the many effects of alcohol, perhaps the most aggressive and unavoidable are Hungryness and CoolWhateverNess. Besides becoming super handsy (arguably, obnoxiously so), I tend to get very, very hungry and very, very go-with-the-flow. These of course add up to consenting to letting everyone dig into my very special Birthday Treat for my dad.

I'm an awful person.

So, for what might be the Worst Birthday Present Ever, I'm sending my dad the picture above- taken moments after I took the brownies out of the oven- to which I've added the appropriate modifications.

After all, if I can't send him an actual gift, the best alternative is a doctored virtual pan of brownies.

And maybe my $5 profit.