Tomorrow is GG's 86th birthday (that's my great-grandma, she's got 14 great-grandchildren now - I, of course, being the GREATEST - and we all call her GG) We're going to go visit her after lunch tomorrow, and meet my grandma and lots of aunts and cousins there, and my mom offered to make a cake. Normally, she'd be bright enough to tackle something like that after I'd gone to bed, but I got her up at 3:30 this morning, and didn't go back down until 6:00, and then the Princess got up at 6:15. What with that and me sticking a cd case into the new computer (I broke the plastic casing for one of the blank spots between the card reader and the CD drive....she wasn't using that bit anyway)...oh yeah, and the whole stair incident...she decided that she'd better make the cake now, in case she couldn't get up again after I went to bed.
You should've seen it....it was a thing of beauty. Mom put it up on top of the stove and went to the bathroom (that was her first mistake!) I just couldn't resist pulling a chair over to get a better look. I had a taste, and somehow, somehow the cake fell off the cake stand onto the burner and broke in half. Personally, I don't think she had it on there properly.
Anyway, this is the look I gave her when she got back to the kitchen. The look she gave ME was scary. So was the inhuman wail that followed the look.
This is actually me having chocolate pudding last week. Think of it as an artist's rendering of the scene - Like they make in court proceedings where no cameras are allowed.
She ignored me while she phoned my grandma to cry about it, and then she got to work fixing the damage. She only had enough icing to glue it back together and smooth out the top, so she threw some chocolate chips in the food processor, and patted the resulting rubble all over the sides. The best bit? The princess and I got to stand at the sink and eat the leftover chocolate rubble!
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I love you, Mommy. The cake isn't as pretty as it was, but I'm still gonna try to get it down from the piano and stick my face in it. Any suggestions, ladies?
5 comments:
Oh.
My.
Gawd.
I can't believe he's still alive and able to blog. I would have surely killed one of my children.
Have you started drinking yet today?
And there was no murder done? I suppose it is a damn good thing we are programmed to love our children.
It looks great, if you hadn't told us, I would never have guessed that it had been a victim of a Bad attack.
It looks great. You'd never know.
Poor Bad though, I mean, it's obvious it was meant for him. You left it right there where he could get it. Then you go and act like he wasn't supposed to get into it.
Hehe.
Ah, children... They keep us on our toes, if nothing else.
Glad you didn't actually strangle him.
I would have cried too! It turned out nice anyways though and I am sure GG thought the story was funny too.
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