Awhh shucks. It’s the end of summer . . . technically, there are three more weeks, but for all kids and teachers, it’s BACK TO SCHOOL TIME!
On that note, I should start with the most important piece of fortune . . . I am fortunate for my teaching career! It is the best job (next to caking of course) that anyone can have, and I love my little kindergarteners. I’m looking forward to a new batch of kids coming in with excitement (from the kids) and trepidation and tears (from parents).
On a lighter note, this week Paul decided to fix up his Mom’s car that has been sitting in her driveway since a group of teenagers (hellions) filled the gas tank with sugar. Clearly they had no idea how expensive sugar is! So, I got to be the wrenching wench, and had to help him lower the gas tank so he could clean the sugar out, but while we were under the car, and Paul was pulling the jack out from supporting the tank (don’t I sound like I know what I’m talking about?) he realized that there was too much gas still in the tank and it would be too heavy for the two of us to lower on our own. What to do? Syphon! Disgusting.
I didn’t think that he was actually going to do it, but, up went the hose to his mouth, then came the sucking . . . and then the disgusting mouthful of gas-spit that came bursting out of his mouth when the gas finally came down the hose.
Moral of the story: I am fortunate that I have a gas sucking boyfriend which means I will never have to do that in my life. Ever. I swear. It was THAT disgusting!
I am fortunate for this cake. SO delicious. Not that I ate it, as I sold it at the Market, but I just knew. I knew it was good. So good, that I HAD to sell it, or I would have eaten the whole thing.