Lord Help Me
I tried desperately to sleep in. No dice. I was awakened by The Bandit jumping on me. Literally. And Sassy complaining that she was huuuuuungryyyyyyy. So we got up and headed off to get Daddy’s presents. First, I had to stop off a a book store to pick up my friend’s new book. It just came out today. YIPPEE for her. Check it out – Sherrill Quinn – Taming the Moon. My children, specifically the boy, acted so horribly that I had to drag them out of the store without making my purchase.
Then we went to the mall and got My Honey’s presents and his cards.
After that I made my first of several trips to the grocery store to get the stuff to make his cake.
We went home and I made the cake with “assistance” of Sassy and The Bandit. I sent them into the living room to watch a Disney movie while I got the cake batter off the ceiling. We left the cake to cool so we could frost it and ate some popcorn and watched the movie.
So I made another trip to the grocery store for more cake mix.
I got home and got started on cake #2. Only there weren’t anymore eggs.
So I made another trip to the grocery store. If you’re keeping score at home, that’s trip number three.
While I was there, I got the email from my editor for the 1st of approximately 58,376 edits she wants me to make on the story I sold. So I had a nervous breakdown in Fry’s Grocery store and immediately called my sisters. Ava talked me off the ledge right there in the produce department. The gentleman buying bananas thought me strange indeed. I spoke with Isabella immediately after and she finished where Ava left off. I’ll be fine. Really. But, I’m certainly going to start drinking. What hard liquor goes best with cupcakes?
So it’s getting late. Let me show you what I found when I went into The Bandit’s bedroom:
I’m going to clean his room with a front loader and a dumpster tomorrow.
And this is why it takes me forever to get any writing finished. You wonder why I’m up all hours of the night? Because after I make 2 birthday cakes, do the laundry, defend the chicken parmesan from the dog and clean up this sty…….it’s freaking midnight.
Chocolate cake and my friend Jose Cuervo.