September 19, 2007
Delaney,
This is what you did to your Father’s cake.
Your Father and I have been trying to save money lately for the upcoming adoption of your siblings (that you know nothing about yet) which is a very difficult thing for us to do considering that the staff at McDonalds, Baja Fresh and Arby’s all know our family by name and drive thru voice. And since we are an all-or-nothing-type family, we took it upon ourselves to go cold turkey and stop eating out ALTOGETHER, all at once, without a natural downward progression or 12 step program. At the time of the baking of this cake, we had been eating at home for a good, solid week and were severely craving some coronary artery blockage after having been SO DARNED GOOD. So, you can imagine the sheer joy and elation we experienced upon finding, tucked back in the pantry, a box of Betty Crocker Yellow Cake Mix.
Your Dad was so cute when he jumped on the internet to find a recipe for chocolate icing. He scoured the recipes to find one that called for ALL ingredients that WE HAD AT HOME! and then labored with love over the stove to prepare it.
We all enjoyed one tasty scrumple of cake and practiced restraint by setting it aside for the next day, since we all know that such things taste EVEN better after a day of practicing restraint. And we did this. WE did this, but YOU. YOU, did
THIS! (see picture)
You did this, Delaney, while your sweet and unexpecting Dad was at class, dreaming and fantasizing about his cake and while I, I was…, while I was, blogging Delaney.
I knew something was amiss when your Father came in the house and panicked, asked if we had left the sliding glass door open because surely, a pack of angry hyenas had unknowingly entered the home and sought out our family cake.
We all three stood there and watched the now-dead and demolished cake, stripped of it’s home-made chocolate icing, lovingly applied at one point of it’s glory days, or day that is.
And after a couple minutes of studying the wreckage, you carefully replied, “What happened here?”
Posted by Jamie @ 1:32 pm • Delaney
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September 19th, 2007 at 1:49 pm, Chandra Says:
Ouch… I’m feeling your pain. There is nothing worse than looking forward to something all day and to come home and it be GONE. However, I have no self control what so ever so I would already but replacing my loss with something even better. Looks like you’d better get to the local grocery and buy one more box of cake (better make it two). Blogging always seems to get us in trouble…
September 19th, 2007 at 1:49 pm, mama2roo Says:
Priceless.
September 19th, 2007 at 3:06 pm, my minivan is faster than yours Says:
You are seriously the funniest human being EVER! I always feel like I’m right there with you. But you should know if I were right there with you, I would totally have brought a cake for hosting me
September 19th, 2007 at 5:13 pm, June Cutoff Cash Says:
“What happened here?” Oh, what a clever minx.
This is why I had my tubes tied.
September 19th, 2007 at 9:02 pm, Margie Says:
LOLOLOL! Delaney is a boy after my own heart - he knows what’s good!
September 19th, 2007 at 10:36 pm, jennifer England Says:
Oh gosh… have I missed you! Please give Delaney a great big kiss from me since she single handedly provided you with a treasured moment to blog about. Thank you, Delaney.
September 20th, 2007 at 8:14 am, Ami Says:
Oh my goodness, I can only imagine the disappointment! This is too funny!
September 20th, 2007 at 4:52 pm, sari Says:
Oh my gosh, that made me laugh so hard.
Poor cake.
September 21st, 2007 at 2:54 am, Julie Says:
Oh my gosh… How funny Delaney did that… a girl after my own heart. I only wish I had been there to help her!
September 21st, 2007 at 1:10 pm, Margie Says:
I am so sorry - I can never keep names straight, or numbers of kids, or family histories. Please give my apologies to Delaney, too - it’s most definitely not her picture that threw me, it’s me just not keeping everyone straight, on top of not looking at her picture while I commented.
But she is still a person after my heart - the frosting is always the best part:
Sorry, Delaney!!
September 22nd, 2007 at 1:03 pm, Tam Says:
That is hysterical! Probably not so much if it was MY kid, though.