Tonight The Cake Lady and I were sitting on the couch, talking about, well, I can’t say it on the internet because I really don’t need those kinds of hits. She paused for a moment.
CL: Isn’t it SO nice that your husband is upstairs watching our boys?
What I love most about The Cake Lady? Other than the fact that she was helping me put ribbon on the 9 million shirts I am taking to the DC International Wine and Food Festival this weekend? Her naivete.
K: He’s not watching those kids.
CL: But he is up there in that room with them.
K: And the room is only 10 X 10. Yet still, shockingly, he has no clue what is going on.
CL: You are joking. What is he doing up there?
K: He has his earplugs in and he is listening to some ridiculousness that he purchased online. Like Animal Farm.
As a side note, I asked if he remembered that Animal Farm is like an 80 page book so that it was basically like buying an episode of Dora the Whora, but he said he didn’t realize that until AFTER he listened to all 27 minutes of it.
CL: He’s listening to a book?
K: And has NO idea what is going on.
CL: In that small room?
K: With the door closed.
Not three minutes later, we heard The Husband bounding down the stairs.
D: Did you people leave in a nudist colony in California?
CL: Oh, no. Is he naked again?
D: They both don’t have any pants on. They were sitting on the end of the bed so all I could see was from the waist up. Apparently they took their pants off.
K: What did I tell you?
The best part. They probably took their pants off 45 minutes before. For what reason? No one knows. Who wants to even go there?
(oh, and if you are still waiting for all your free stuff I’m supposed to send you from past contests (HI, MELISSA!!), I’m going to send out all that stuff on Friday. You kids are so nice for being so patient!)