Let's just say it wasn't pretty. I was tossing out plastic containers full of food, left and right, without even stopping to photograph them. What a tragic waste, both of comestibles and of a decent blog post, right?
Larry the workaholic redeemed himself by dealing with the 3-week-old fettucine. I knew there was a reason I married that man.
Has anyone noticed? Rachel turned 13 last week. THIRTEEN. That means that she wasn't all that enthusiastic about having to help with a million things all day, ranging from cutting up the watermelon to going outside to pull the recycling and trash cans around front. Granted, all 3 kids are still adjusting to David's being gone; they are still in the process of figuring out that his absence means more work for everyone left behind.
By the way, Rachel's cake wasn't this fancy. In fact, I forgot to buy candles, so she had to settle for a numeral 5 and a numeral 4 paired up with 4 individual candles. Get it? It adds up to 13.
Yup, we made her do math on her birthday.
[Cake image: Pinterest]
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