Those aren’t cupcakes

It has been about three weeks since I’ve seen Dr. BJ. Between my dates with JB, dinner with Donny’s Girl in Zurich, and his time with Disdain, we really haven’t been home or seen each other. Passed The Sniff Test kindly agreed to pick up Dr. BJ from the airport and he was pleased to return home to “We are Family” playing and me cleaning the house in a wife beater and Daisy Dukes – a serendipitous welcome home. “I love coming home to this,” Dr. BJ exclaimed. “We are Family – how perfect!” “That’s right,” Passed The Sniff Test piped in, “And I now know to say ‘no’ to family.”

We decided to stoop for a bit and Passed The Sniff Test mentioned he was saving some cupcakes in his refrigerator. “I want your cupcakes,” Dr. BJ told Passed The Sniff Test. “Those aren’t cupcakes,” I corrected Dr. BJ. “They’re nutcakes.” “Yes,” said Passed The Sniff Test, “And I’m not family.” He is, but he isn’t.

In support of family, Dr. BJ and I attended a Human Rights Campaign fundraiser where Tree was volunteering. Dr. BJ was surprised to see they had interpretive dance, “I didn’t know there would be interpretive dance.” “Would you have dressed differently?” I asked. “Maybe.” The fashion show started and Tree came to watch for a minute, “Try as I might, I cannot be bored and disinterested enough to be a model.”

We made our way to the dessert section and were pleased to find what Dr. BJ had been craving: cupcakes. I was bringing the cupcakes near my chest for a suggestive pose and Dr. BJ informed me, “Those aren’t cupcakes.”

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