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Because cute hubby won’t be here for Father’s Day, we decided to celebrate tonight. I over do every holiday. Nothing like celebrating half birthdays or anything, although I’ve considered it, but whenever Hallmark tells me to celebrate, I do. For this holiday, I decided to make a cake that looked like a mans shirt, complete with tie. And for special effects, I had it in a shirt box with tissue paper. I think for you to enjoy any artist’s work, you should learn about what went into making the piece so let me begin. Motherhood leaves me no choice but to enjoy the everyday conveniences when it comes to cooking (Please don’t tell my parents who paid way too much money to send me to culinary school) so I bought a cake mix complete with icing. Not just any icing, but a-cheese-whiz-like-can, where you can shoot out the icing with one simple and easy touch. I was intrigued, so I dispensed some icing on my finger for a quick taste. Yep, just like I thought, delicious. “Hum, maybe I should try some more.” You can probably tell what happened next. All the icing made me down right hungry so I wondered if cute hubby would notice a bite taken from his own cake. Surely he would so I did what any smart, well maybe not so smart, person would do. With grace and beauty, I leaned my head back and shot Betty Crockers load right down my throat, and yes, I swallowed. I know, I know, but don’t worry; it’s nothing a treadmill won’t fix, that and a dentist because even this morning, my teeth are stained blue. With every smile, I’m reminded of my moment of disgrace. Luckily, the blinds were shut.
