Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Too Much Cake

I made a cake for Pudding Pop's birthday today. We invited Grandma and Papa to come over after dinner to have some cake and ice cream with us. They brought a cake with them. It never even dawned on me to offer one or the other...or both. Must be my poor upbringing (that's a joke). With only 6 of us I immediately cut 3 more pieces and sent them down to the neighbor. I always try to get rid of that stuff as quick as possible and the neighbors are always willing to help out. They Rock! I figured the extra cake could just go home with my In-Laws.

After cleaning everything up my MIL insisted I cut some of the red velvet cake she brought. Doesn't that kind of defeat the sending 3 pieces to the neighbors? I cut a quarter of it and added it to my cake. Now I'm in need of a good fat burner or some more neighbors willing to take my extra desserts. Anyone? Would you feel more inclined if I told you there will be more cake for PP's party on Saturday? If I said "Please"?

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