I hung up my "You Might be a Reneck If..." calendar. This month reads: "You might be a redneck if...you've ever eaten a lard sandwich." I can say with complete certainty that, according to this month's calendar page, I am not a redneck. Yay!
I am going to Starbuck's at 8 to meet Leslie so we can catch up. There is a very large part of me that hates these once-every-six-months meetings. SOOOO much has happened to me in the past 6 months that it almost feels like, if you weren't around to witness it, it's too hard to explain in an hour or two at a coffee shop. Another reason I hate it: No one understands what I am going through or how I feel. People tend to ask too many and/or stupid questions that I am forced to answer. I get alot of those looks. Those looks are when someone looks at you with pity which I think is usually well intentioned, but is annoying nonetheless. Don't pity me people! I pity you for not knowing the immense pride I feel each and every time (which is obsessively often) I think of my husband.
Speaking of my husband...Mom and I made a cake in his honor using dad's ribbon cake pan.
I think we did a bang up job...and it tasted good too!
Ok, I'm going to get a chapter read in my book and then get dressed and out the door.
S.
1 comment:
That is one great cake! I give you most of the credit for its success because the icing totally makes the cake...and you are the icing queen!!
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