With Logan’s fourth Birthday Fast approaching (Friday), tonight has been set aside as “Practice Cake Night” and will be followed tomorrow night with “Practice birthday Night”. And no, I don’t think it’s weird.
Just becuase I’ve never iced a cake like this in my life, and he has, doesn’t mean that my idea of sucking out clogs in the icing tips doesn’t have merit. Sanitation my ass! So, while I would like to have been able to show you the actual finished practice cake, at some point, under threat of bowls thrown at my head, I decided it would be best for me to leave him to his decorating.
And I still think that using the chainsaw to get the fucking cake out of the pan would have worked…
* I want to make it clear, all actions consider anal are solely my responsibility. I Hate, HATE being unprepared for anything, as such, I insisted on the Practice cake. Even though I will have nothing to do with the actual Making Of The Cake(s).
Pee ess; I will try to sneak a picture of the cake later….
Sweet! He let me back in!
remember a few months ago I bitched to high heaven that the school wanted Rainbow man to be tested for ADD/ADHD and I said fuck that. no way I am putting my kid on drugs? Whatever. I’m allowed to change my mind. He went through a bunch of tests, and a three hour wait for a twenty minute doctor appointment and is now the prowd owner his very own bottle of amphetamines.
Yay. I’m giving my eight year old son speed. Go me.
Sigh.
*I’m doing enough of it myself
Damn I am GOOOOOOD. No really. I am super excellent. Awesome even.
I called the theater today and gave them a link to my post. Heh. I did it just for shits and giggles. And cus I was board. But then, some hot shot dude (Can you be a hot shot if you work at the El Cheapo Theater?) called me back and said that there was a pair of tickets to One Missed Call waiting for us and he was sorry for the inconvenience! I just about died laughing! I seriously enjoyed telling him that that Friday night was the last night (*sob*) me and hubs would be out, together, for the eight weeks because our baby sitters ditched us for Arizona and that his tickets were useless and no I would not remove a post that puts ME in a bad light, not them. For Christ Sake. I didn’t even NAME them!
Ahnnyway. Guess I’m not banned anymore. Oh Hey! Hubs brought home supper and an ice cream cake for Valentines so I didn’t have to cook. Now If only I could teach the dog to do dishes, I’d be set!
My ultrasound appointment, you ask? She flat out refused to give me a picture of Boob Baby Bekah AND they sprung a surprise mammogram on me. This is bad, becuase if you know in advance and avoid all caffeine, a mammogram causes a slight discomfort. But. If you don’t know it is coming and start drinking Java at six that morning, dammit, that shit hurts!
She said my Doc will have the results of both tests in the next 24 hours. Will do my best to keep you informed!
Exhibit A: (some of ) My Socks
Exhibit B : Hub’s Socks
Exhibit C : Stuperman’s Socks
In conclusion : I WIN!
I fully expect that scientific journalists and parenting magazines will be knocking on my door to interview me any minute!
