this may be the most beautiful cake you've ever seen (haha) but the truth is that it is a white washed sepulchre. it is a box mix carrot cake w/ storebought cream cheese frosting. when i crammed the 2 pans into our barbie-sized oven, one tilted with out me knowing it, so that layer was a quarter inch thick and crusty on one side, and four inches thick and raw on the other. jared took over and assembled the cake like the skilled cake mason he is and i went in the bedroom and lay face down on the bed. i told him not to touch it, i told him i wanted to do it myself and just leave it one layer, but he trampled me and fixed it anyway. he said "you can have all the credit, jesse" and i said "yeah the frick right."
this is pretty much the only hard thing about our marriage (currently). jared just insists on being great no matter what i want, and what i want is to be unloving, self-righteous, and superficial. i sometimes feel very defeated by the exposure of my motives, ie, i want to be queen of all gods and idols and i think i can achieve that if jared has no hand in my weird looking cake. but then i just give up and enjoy some delicious and well assembled cake! gospel!
the ribbons remind me of the VFD crows from A Series of Unfortunate Events Book 7. Anyone?
Listen to this song before May 31 when Lala.com closes :(
2 comments:
I love picturing you throwing a tantrum face down in bed. Cute!
I'm sure jesus thinks that too.
That Jared! Such a Christ figure.Fixing your cake.
ummm...there have been MANY scenes of me throwing a tantrum over a failed dinner/dessert and my husband trying to save me and the sweetie. It makes me mad.
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