Welcome to our monthly Fly on the Wall, a blog post written in snippets. Marcia, Diane, and I invite you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes, at our writing desks, and in our worlds. Come on in, buzz around, see what we've been up to. Bet you laugh!
Whenever Purdue plays a game, I wear my Purdue shirt. Since they had a game on Saturday, I pulled out my black Purdue shirt and a pair of black lounging pants. Perfect comfy game day clothes.
When I came down to the den:
Hubs: That's so not like you.
Hubs: That's so not like you.
Me: What is?
Hubs: Not to match.
Hubs: Not to match.
Me: What do you mean I don't match?
Hubs: Your shirt is black and your pants are navy blue.
Me: They're black.
Hubs: They're blue.
Me: Black.
Hubs: Blue.
Me: If you say that one more time, you may end up black and blue.
Hubs: Black, it is.
Actually, they were blue.
A couple of hours later, Mom called:
Mom: How are you?
Me: Well, today I'm black and blue.
Mom: How are you?
Me: Well, today I'm black and blue.
Mom: Did you have a fall?
Me: No, I had a wardrobe malfunction.
Me: No, I had a wardrobe malfunction.
Speaking of wardrobe woes:
Hubs hears me stomp up the stairs, swearing at . . . well, he was the only one home so he assumed . . .
Hubs (asking sheepishly): What's wrong?
Me: I am SO mad!
Hubs: At . . .
Me (throwing the jeans I'd been wearing down the stairs): These jeans.
Hubs: Your jeans? You're mad at your jeans?
Me: Yes, I'm going to burn them. Not, that's too good for them, I'm going the shred them and then burn them.
Hubs: I mean, not that I'm ungrateful that your anger isn't at me, but what did those jeans do to you?
Me: Not me.
Hubs (looking at me like I'd lost it): Not you? Then who?
I was too angry to talk about it, but the jeans had back pockets that closed with metal buttons. When I went to stand up, one of the buttons caught on and ripped the beautiful, buttery soft leather couch.
And those jeans will burn.
And I guessed I was jinxed talking about falls:
I was coming in the front door when I fell. I had a cut on one arm, and bruises on the other arm and one of my legs. Hubs wasn't home at the time, but noticed the bruise later on.
I was coming in the front door when I fell. I had a cut on one arm, and bruises on the other arm and one of my legs. Hubs wasn't home at the time, but noticed the bruise later on.
Hubs: How did you get that bruise?
Me: I fell coming in the front door.
Me: I fell coming in the front door.
Hubs: How did you end up falling?
Me: I have no idea.
Hubs: Did you trip on the step up into the house?
Me: No, one minute I was walking into the house, the next minute I hit the ground.
Hubs: Did you get dizzy? Lose your sense of balance?
Me: You calling me old?
Me: You calling me old?
Hubs: No, just trying to figure out what happened.
Me: I think you snuck up behind me and pushed me.
Hubs: Yeah, and why don't I remember doing that?
Me: Because you're old.
Me: Because you're old.
Hubs and I were watching TV and a commercial came on for Burger King's double cheeseburger. The ad was showing a bride on the dance floor with her groom and guests, dancing away and eating a double cheeseburger.
I'm sorry, what?
Who, exactly, is the customer this is supposed to be targeting? All those fast food loving brides out there?
I mean, even if my family owned Burger King, I wouldn't be eating a fast food double cheeseburger on the dance floor at my wedding.
You?
I have to admit, there's nothing like the smell of something chocolate baking in the oven.
Hubs (coming down the stairs): What do I smell?
Me (taking the cake out of the oven): Strawberry Devil's Food Cake.
Me (taking the cake out of the oven): Strawberry Devil's Food Cake.
Hubs: Smells delicious, I'll take a piece.
Me: Well, first I have to cool it, frost it, decorate it, and photograph it.
Hubs: How about skipping some of those steps.
Me (laughing): Which steps should I skip?
Hubs. Cool it. And decorating it. Oh, and taking pictures.
Hubs. Cool it. And decorating it. Oh, and taking pictures.
Me: So you want me to just frost the hot cake?
Hubs: Yes.
Hubs: Yes.
Me: Yes?
Hubs: Well that, and hand me a fork.
Hubs: Well that, and hand me a fork.
Strawberry Devil's Food Cake
For some reason, my FB newsfeed is constantly full of those AITA posts. There are far too many, and they don't give you the whole story unless you click on their link, which I don't, but sometimes just reading the beginning of the post can be amusing.
I assume most of you know that AITA (am I the asshole) posts are either people, or most likely made up stories, presenting a difficult situation, explaining how they handled it and asking if they are the asshole due to their actions.
Tonight, I looked at one of the posts, started laughing, and shared the title with Hubs:
Me (reading to him): AITA for giving a thief diarrhea?
Hubs (laughing): Yes.
Me: But you don't know the story.
Hubs: Still yes.
Hubs and I were watching a football game, when our team made an excellent play.
Me: That was an amazing play.
TV announcer: That was an amazing play.
Me: Hey, I just said that.
Hubs: Yeah, you copied him.
Me: I'm not sure you understand how copying works.
Hubs: What do you mean? You both said the same thing.
Me: But you said I copied him.
Hubs: You did.
Me: But I said it first.
Hubs: Oh. Good point.
Later in the game, our quarterback passed off the ball and one of the players was running down the field.
Me: GO! GO! Yes, keep running. GO! YES!
Hubs: What are you yelling about?
Me: Don't you see him, how far down the field he's running?
Me: Don't you see him, how far down the field he's running?
Hubs: Which would have been great if . . .
Me: If what?
Hubs: He'd have been the player with the ball.
Hubs: He'd have been the player with the ball.
Crap. Well, he has a point.
If you follow my Baking In A Tornado facebook page (if not, please pop on over and rectify that), you know that I post the results of word and math puzzle games twice a day, and anyone who wants to adds their results in the comments.
A few of the night games aren't available until 6:00pm (central time) at this time of year. I like to play right at 6:00, before dinner. Hubs often will remind me when it's time, if I forget.
A few days ago, we both lost track of time.
Me: Oh, what time is it, is it game time?
Hubs: I put my watch in my pocket, let me get it.
Hubs: I put my watch in my pocket, let me get it.
Me (looking at my cell): It's 5:58.
Hubs (pulling out his watch): You're right, it's 5:58.
Me: Of course I'm right.
Hubs: What do you mean of course you're right?
Me (rolling my eyes): I looked at my cell, how wrong could I be?
I can't end this monthly post without my latest failed text to PurDude, seems I have at least one every month.
When PurDude came home for the holidays, he had to find a place to stop as his car required a quart of oil along the way. It was lucky he found the oil he needed, it's a euro oil and not everyone carries it.
While he was here, I bought him oil to have in the car in case he needs it on the way home. He did.
It's now ski season and sometimes he goes to a mountain close by, other times he drives a few hours.
My text to him last week:
Me: Don't forget, don't go far without buying oil to have with you for the cat.
Me: Don't forget, don't go far without buying oil to have with you for the cat.
PurDude: Don't forget, I don't have a cat. But if I ever get one, I'll be sure to get him some oil if I'm going far.
Ugh!
Now click on the links below and see what my friends have to share:
Strawberry Devil's Food Cake
©www.BakingInATornado.com
Ingredients:
box Devil's Food Cake Mix
1 cup milk
1 stick butter, melted
4 eggs
1 cup sour cream
1 TBSP baking cocoa + additional for flouring the pan
3/4 cup strawberry preserves
1 can white frosting
1 cup strawberry cream cheese, room temperature
3 drops red food coloring
3 TBSP strawberry syrup
OPT: red sanding sugar, multicolored nonpareils, or any decoration of your choice
Directions:
*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour (with baking cocoa) a 9 X 13 pan.
*Beat the cake mix, milk, melted butter, eggs, sour cream and 1 TBSP baking cocoa for 2 minutes. Pour evenly into the prepared pan.
*Whisk the strawberry preserves, then drizzle onto the cake mix. Swirl into the top of the mix using a toothpick.
*Bake for 30 - 35 minutes, until the center springs back to the touch. Cool completley.
*Beat the canned frosting with the cream cheese, food coloring, and 1 TBSP strawberry syrup. Set aside 3/4 cup for piping onto the top. Mix the additional 2 TBSP strawberry syrup into the remaining frosting. Spread over the cake.
*Pipe the 3/4 cup of frosting onto the cake and decorate as desired. Refrigerate. Bring to room temperature for serving.
