I know it's been a while since I wrote a blog but I must say that I'm glad I'm back. I had to share what happened to me today...well...to CoCo and it so happens that this befell her on one of my whimsical writing Wednesdays. I'm going to put this in story form.
CoCo is telling the story:
I don't know why Keisha wants me to share this with ya'll but I guess I'm going to have to. Nevertheless, my name is CoCo and I'm sweet and delicious baby. Keisha made me round and decided to name me CoCo because of my chocolate skin and flavor. I gotta tell you though, I'm beautiful but Keisha screwed me up. SHE JACKED ME UP YA'LL! I'm only supposed to be cooked for thirty to forty five minutes...but...you what she did? She slow cooked me. My temperture is always set at 325 degrees but homegirl had me on 225 degrees for more than an hour because she had an "urgent" doctors appointment and didn't put me in the oven on time. How is she gone leave me roastin' in the oven while she goes and do what she has to do. Keisha knows I'm not supposed to be cooked like that. She is on trip mode for sure.
How is it my fault? Why did she do me like that? I'm trying to figure out what I did to deserve such torture. I can't believe she hooked me up like that. She made me mad so let me tell you what I did to Mrs. Lapsley (Keisha). First, I didn't finish cooking on the top. I cooked just enough lol. I tasted horrible on the top. Second, when she put me in her brand new caddy, I broke into tiny pieces...not all of me now but around the edges and a nice little chunk on the bottom. Whew! I love it! LOL! I wish you could see my face. Then when she closed the caddy, I acted a plum fool ya'll. I slid around almost crumbling. I went through some thangs today. Keisha must have picked up on my attitude because she slammed me up against the car door on the way to class. I made sure to get back at her for that but I waited and bidded my time. As soon as she went to put frosting on me, I allowed little bits and pieces of myself to nicely merge in with the frosting. I looked a hot mess. After all the fighting and proving my point, I grew tired . I'm not quite sure how I taste but I bet'cha next time she will cook me right. I'll holla at ya'll later. Peace!
"Whateva CoCo!" I say.
"Don't trip," says CoCo then continues to say, "Ya'll see me in that white frosting...lol...told you."
I hope you all enjoyed CoCo's story because you won't here it again. Thanks for visiting on Whimiscal Writing Wednesdays.
