The other day while "I" was in cake heaven.......my spouse had this to say:
"Grandma had more frosting on hers"
"It needs to be in the refrigerator" (that's how Grandma did it)
"Grandma made it into a layer cake" (as would I ,had the f'n thing come OUT of the pan)
Well excuuuuuuuuse me.
That reminded me of this other "cake incident" .....Picture it ...the olden days.....I think I was 23 years old.
My dear little sister, Soul, was turning 19 years old.
I take 3 babies and walk my fat self to the store to buy the stuff to make her a cake. One walking, one tripping over his own feet ,every few seconds and me carrying one 30 pound baby, the whole way.
I get home, whip up the cake and wait for my precious to get home.
Miss Priss arrives home and does not even EAT any of the cake! "Uh, sorry, I have plans with my friends."
Oh I should have learned my lesson back then.
Note to self: Never make a surprise cake for a Taurus EVER again.
Question to self: Why are the most significant people in my life ALL Taurus's? I must be a glutton for punishment.
(Update: my sister has informed me of HER version of events....you may see them here
|She came up with a pic too, note that the cake is not even cut. lol|
Yesterday, I had the joy of riding the bus to Frederiksberg, which I haven't done in quite some time. Now that we have a car, I usually wait for the days when I have the car.
I forgot what hell it is to ride the bus. I left the house, pulling my suitcase and walk to the bus stop. The weather wasn't too cold, maybe 50 degrees, but the damn wind was blowing like crazy.
By the time the bus showed up, mascara was streaming down my face from the damn wind making my eyes water.
The trip to Frederiksberg takes about 6 minutes in the car; on the bus it takes 30. The bus is sweltering hot, with the heat blaring. I remove my wool coat and hold it in my lap, an obese girl sits next to me, the heat from her body is about to make me spontaneously combust.
The bus stops, seemingly, every few feet . UGH! "We’re never going to get there."
I hum to myself, sigh loudly, and scorch.
We finally arrive and I feel like stripping my clothes off and running down the street, I’m so hot.
(I didn't do that)
I drag my suitcase to both of my thrift stores and the post office, wind howling into my eyes, mascara running. I catch sight of myself in the door, wipe my eyes and then notice that my hair now looks, literally, like a crooked birds nest atop my head. I am NOT in a good mood.
Needless to say, I found zilch at either thrift store. I was becoming bitchier by the second and still had the sweltering half hour bus ride to get home.
I'll spare you the details of the return trip. :)
By the time I got home ,I was such a bitch ,I thought to myself " Man ,If I was a dog ,someone would have me put to sleep."
My mood did not improve as I waited the next few hours for hubby to get home. I needed to cook dinner; it was time for me to be in my pajamas. The longer I waited, yep, the bitchier I got.
Finally about 7 P.M. hubby called and said “Do you want to just go out and get something to eat? I'm leaving now."
Hell YES ,I want to go get something.
Luckily ,he asked before I had a chance to annihilate him, that does tend to ruin the mood.
Well, I have NO idea where I was going with that story. (Hello ,senility!) I guess I'm just a bitch in the wind.
I do have the car today as hubs is out of town, so hello adventure. LOL Yeah right.
Have a great day ya'll and if it's warm and non windy where you are, I hate you .