Kacoon covered in whipped cream.

Kacoon just called me from her break at her cafe and told me that she had a pleasant second anniversary celebration.

While on the phone in the store, she told me that the cafe asked her to go get supplies for the cafe on her break, so she's being paid to do that.

The funny thing, though, is that the supply her cafe lacks is whipped cream.

"OK, I probably look really weird," she said. "I'm walking through Publix carrying seven cans of Reddi-Whip. I look like I'm going home to have a really good time."