Then I thought more about it before the conceit could fully settle. I'm listening to the Mozart channel on Pandora from my computer, drinking wine out of a low ball glass so I don't have to hand wash the wine glass and making a Duncan Hines cake from a box. To top that off, right before I started typing, I was sitting here next to a sleeping Fat Linda, eating cake batter off the stirring attachment from my mixer (does this thing have a name?). Not so classy after all.
If you are wondering how much cake batter you can eat before feeling sick, I've conducted a scientific experiment for you. The threshold is right about 4 tablespoons.
Also, something completely unrelated... a few weeks ago we were sitting in church when Eli showed me something he was in the process of drawing. I saw the letters T-H-R-O form and I became helpless against impending laughter (He misspelled throw up).
Silent giggles caused me to snot all over my face. This is rather unfortunate when you are surrounded by mostly silent, dressed up people, most of which have no snot on their faces.
The following week, the Sunday school teacher told Eli he could draw anything he wanted after she talked about the parable of the talents. I wonder if she was expecting this (the USA soccer team was playing right after church).
I better get back to my wine and cake baking. This $5.99 wine goes really well with the lingering sweetness and queasiness of raw yellow cake. I'm going to look like our friend in the picture soon.
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