My mother walked in unannounced, again. If I had noticed, I would have baked a cake. As she came in, my feelings over baking slowly died until they became dead as a doornail. I tried to avoid the entire matter like the plague. Mother cried.
I offered her store-bought, one with buttercream icing. She complained, "One can't judge a good store-bought cake by its icing." You can't please everyone, especially my mother. Besides, isn't a man's home his castle?
But every dog has its day. At the end of the day, I WILL have my cake and eat it, too.
I offered her store-bought, one with buttercream icing. She complained, "One can't judge a good store-bought cake by its icing." You can't please everyone, especially my mother. Besides, isn't a man's home his castle?
But every dog has its day. At the end of the day, I WILL have my cake and eat it, too.
