Scene: Saturday night. My sister throws me a belated birthday party. My mother bakes an adorable cake*.
Candles are lit, we sing, we serve, we eat. Sometime later, I leave the room.
Five minutes pass.
Jeff is totally going to be in charge of teaching our kids how to spell.
*She said to me, only half joking, "I want to see a picture of the cake on the blog." I don't think this is precisely what she had in mind. But mom, rest assured it was beautiful and delicious (seriously, everyone said so.)
BREAKING UPDATE, SUNDAY, 8:50 PM: I just called my sister to thank her for throwing the party and she dropped the following bomb on me: The anus cake was not a solo effort. "You were a part of that?" I asked. "But I just gave Jeff credit on my blog!"
"And he let you?" Zoe was shocked. "I carried that. He was trying to do it and I stepped in I saved his ass. And then we high-fived."