Suburban Oblivion

One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house. His three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.

Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall .. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.

In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that something serious had happened.

He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, “What happened here today?”

She again smiled and answered, “You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world did I do today?”

“Yes” was his incredulous reply.

She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it.”

-Author Unknown

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Every so often I have to tell myself to step away from the laptop, catch up on things at home, and spend a little more time in the outside world. This is one of those times

Hope everyone has a great weekend.

I don’t like cakes. They are a major source of disagreement in this house, with my husband and I dancing around it until the very last minute, and only then facing the issue head-on.

Cake flavors are a very serious thing I tell you.

My husband is a chocoholic, and only chocolate cake will do. Not just any chocolate cake, it must be chocolate with a chocolate buttercream icing. Thick, heavy buttercream icing. Ugh.

I am more of a yellow, or even marbled cake fan, but it has to be the whipped cream icing. Buttercream is just too heavy for me, and I remember all too well the catering class I took in high school, and exactly how much butter and crisco goes into buttercream. The thought makes me shiver and gag.  I want my cake light and sweet, not heavy and thick enough to use as spackle paste.  Most years I’ve just said whatever, and let hubby and the kids eat most of my birthday cake. Just a load of calories I don’t need anyways, right?

This year I decided no more. As part of my whole going red project, I decided I need to start allowing myself to express what I want and not feel guilty about it.  This year I decided I wanted cupcakes. Lemon cupcakes with vanilla icing. Cupcakes made special because I was going to let my kids decorate them, and I would eat them(a couple at least) no matter how funny looking they turned out. I iced them, they put the sprinkles of their choice on them, and in the end we had this-

The bestest birthday cake EVAH!  :mrgreen:

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Thanks so much for all the fabulous birthday wishes, that really made my day! Thank you also to VDog for bestowing upon me the Egel Nest Blog Award, and JaniceNW for passing me the Blogger Reflection Award. That last one looks like it was posted at the end of September, but somehow only came up in my feed reader yesterday! So sorry I am late on that, blame the Google gods!