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The other day, this was delivered to my house...
It was like the universe could read my thoughts.
Or alternatively a PR company contacted me to tell me they wanted to send a dessert from Baker Street, a family owned company here in Toronto. I was on that email like a PMSing woman on chocolate cake which, you know, probably.
A few days later the chocolate deliciousness arrived but because their desserts are flash frozen, I had to wait for a bit for it to defrost. Finally I had a piece, then tweeted out:
On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is it that I'm eating chocolate cake at 10:30 in the morning?
The responses were fast and furious.
And that's why I love twitter, they make my bad habits seem normal.
And BTW, I loved the cake so much ended up deluging the very patient PR person with questions on where I could buy Baker Street products and what section of the store they're found in so I wouldn't have to spend too much time actually looking. I'm not much of a baker so to be able to pick up one of these for a dinner party or book club night is perfect for me.
Or maybe even just to eat while I'm chatting with my supportive friends on twitter.
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