You and me. We. Us.
We go back…oh, months now some of us.
So, I think most of you get me.
So it will come as now surprise to you that I am, well, a little overscheduled we’ll say.
Because I’m here with my cape and all.
And my sexy boots.
And my Wonder Woman bracelet.
I take things on. A lot. Often.
Which sounds soooo good at the time, and then ends up with me hiding under a blanket in the dining room.
Which I can’t pretend didn’t happen because there’s photographic evidence.
Which I arranged.
Because, well, I am a nitwit sometimes.
Child C’s birthday party is this weekend. She turns 16 next week.
Which goes up on the unbelievable scale just above Big Foot and The Cabbage Diet.
But, despite our efforts, it is so.
Her party theme choice: The Princess Bride.
If you don’t agree that that is fourteen shades of awesome, well, you and me needs to have a little chat. After class. With a ruler.
So then…there’s this cake.
A rainbow cake.
You might have seen it in the Martha Stewart Living Magazine. Or on the Martha Stewart Show. Or on Kludgy Mom’s blog where she rocked it.
And I am so not putting any pictures of other peoples’ glorious rainbow cakes up for you to compare mine to later. What am I a nitwit? I mean, ALL THE TIME?
But, I do promise that come Monday morning, a picture of MY attempt at the mesmerizingness that is the seven-layer rainbow cake.
I have to braise those, right?