Mood:

On Saturday I baked a carrot cake for my wife’s belated birthday. Apparently I broke some sort of unwritten rule and caught some “man-flak” for it. I’m a guy, and should have bought a cake!

I guess I undermined my brothers and made it harder for them to say they couldn’t bake cakes for their sweeties then next time those birthdays roll around. Sorry, guys! :thrpp:

Well, everyone loved the cake, and my Mom said it was the best she’d ever eaten. She’s my Mom, however, so I had to take that with a grain of salt. Still, everyone else said it was really good, and my ego doesn’t mean so much to some of them, so I consider it a success.

Mood:

I was at Colin’s end-of-season party after we smoothed out the rough edges, and while I was there one of his nephews came up and asked, “Why is your nose so long?”

“Genetics,” I replied. That shut him up. Mazzafazzrn 6-year-olds…

I suppose if I had been more on the ball I would have brought up Pinnochio. Oh well…