175

Wednesday. It’s very cold today. The air is so dense that it’s hard to breath. I’m done with the cold and it’s not as bad as it could be.
No movie last night. My kids were here so everyone went to bed very early. I tried to catch up reading but there is so much that it’ll need a lot of time.
I also have to study the driving rules, I’m really behind with that. Maybe I have a 10% done (and I think I’m being really generous).
It’s not easy doing some things while my mom is here. And s he really doesn’t bother me at all. I just feel terrible if I isolate with the computer and do my stuff.

I’m still looking for the perfect cake, just looking, because I know that mine will be round. And big chance it’s a pie.

Why??

Again, WHY??

Really? Do you feel good slicing Fido?

Come on!

When my oldest child was 5 or 6, my mom ordered a Buzz Lightyear cake. It was so beautiful that nobody really wanted to cut it in pieces.
And to be honest, those colored things you put on top (rolling fondant??), creep me out a bit. And the fact that you need to touch it and touch a bit more to make the shape, it’s not really appealing to me.

I rather eat something that looks like this.

Instead of something that looks like this, that you need your hands to arrange so perfectly. (And I never know if the one who prepared that plate washed their hands after using the toilet).

And that reminds me the time my son said to me: “This is the last time we come to eat here. That woman went to the bathroom and didn’t wash her hands”
“How can you know?”
“The toilets are separated but the sinks are in the middle of the hall. She didn’t stop to wash her hands!!”
That really made me laugh because some times I struggle to make them wash their hands before eating. But when he saw that the woman serving his food didn’t wash her hands, he didn’t like it a bit.
A picture is worth a thousand words.

~ by DotedOn on February 18, 2015.