This kid is not me. But the mood is perfect.
Tomorrow, I have to go to my nephew’s birthday party. It was kind of short notice since my sister forgot to tell me when it was. Yep… she totally forgot to tell me. I found out from Mom when I was at her house on Monday.
‘Are you coming back on Sunday for L’s party?‘
It’s not like my sister invited tons of people and left me out… it’s just family. It was just a question of her letting me know the date. I could have guessed based on L’s birthday being on Tuesday… but confirmation is good.
She’s not a good planner. And when she later texted, she was super-apologetic. It’s not a big deal. In a way, it was kind of funny, I suppose. It’s a little bit of a bummer, though, because most years, she asks me to make an invitation (yeah, even only for family… because everyone knows it’s my thing).
Then… during my text-conversation with my sister, one thing led to another… aaaand I volunteered to make the cake. Of course, I couldn’t have known that I’d be feeling so hellish today. Now I have to bake and decorate a cake and it feels like I have to move a fucking mountain. I’m not in a great place.
At least I get to dye part of the frosting black. And I get to lick it from my fancy offset spatula when I’m done. Yay me.
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