Oooooo, grrrrrrr, that dog, that damned dog! He ate my birthday cake last night. My daughter had made a beautiful white cake with homemade chocolate butter cream frosting. We had one piece.
True story here, non fiction, real-time which is unusual for me. I arrived at work yesterday late, as is my screwed up style. I walked in to some lovely white chrysanthemums on my desk along with a cute card and cinnamon rolls from my co workers. We love birthday week at work.
I slaved away for a few hours pushing paperwork until my soul sister came and rescued me. We went to a lovely Chinese place where the spring rolls were not what they used to be, but oh hell neither am I.
After lunch, we went back and begged time off to play, which my supervisor said, “get the hell out of here”. Yes, play time with my friend!
Since my birthday request to my husband was for a new patch of lawn in our front yard, (not much left there as two big dogs tore it up!), I needed to pick up a little soil-compost mix to take home. My friend and I went and window shopped at all of the lovely cowgirl clothes which would look exquisite on her as she is tiny. We tried on cowboy/girl hats and discussed the possibility of my becoming an old fat cowgirl with a rich rancher husband and laughed. Next we tried on shoes.
Before we knew it, time to go. Picked up my mom from granny day care at my bro’s and headed home exhausted from my fun day.
I walked in to a house pretending to be clean along with the ingredients for the frosting that my daughter had requested I pick up. We had Mexican food for dinner and a nice little piece of after dinner cake, delicious.
I settled down to watch some old episodes of desperate housewives and later my daughter and her friend had a piece of cake leaving the rest on the kitchen table. She later came in accusing her father and I of eating all of the frosting off of the top of the cake! Actually more than frosting was gone, almost every bit of the cake too.
Honestly, you’d think we were pigs the way she reacted, like we would actually eat all of the frosting from the cake. Not us, but Bear the Retriever had to have the cake.
We did not kill the dog, nor did the cake, but I think he had a belly ache all night. I hope he enjoyed birthday week.