The Lost Weekend

Both G and I are battling colds - or really bad allergies - this weekend, so there's nothing exciting to report.  When we have not been laying around making fun of the rabbit, we have been cleaning, dusting or disinfecting every surface in the house because I'm hosting Supper Club tonight.

It's going to be interesting because we normally entertain in groups of four or - if we're really throwing caution to the wind - groups of six.  Tonight there will be at least 8 ladies, if not more, and honestly someone's gonna end up eating in the rabbit cage because we just don't have that much room.  Or that many place settings.

However, I did make this fabulous Italian Cream Cake from scratch!

 

We had a convo this morn that went something like this:

B:  "Hey G, come here."
{G trudges downstairs from his nerd room.}
G:  "Hmm?"
B:  "Go look in the fridge."
{G looks in the fridge and pretends to admire the cake sitting on the bottom shelf.}

B:  "See that cake?"
G:  "Yes."
B:  "And....?"
G:  "And if anything happens to it or touches it or falls on it that can even remotely be traced back to me, I'm dead."
B:  "Mmm hmm.  And....?"
G:  "And there won't even be time for an explanation, I'll just explode into flames and once I'm dead and you collect the insurance money you'll still divorce me anyway."
B:  "Right.  Ok."
{G trudges back up to his nerd room.}

In other news I did manage to cull through my magazine backlog and actually start reading some of them.  One was from, I kid you not, October 2012.

All the shelves have been dusted so that (1) it appears we have a clean house, and (2) our lives look somewhat put together.  I may even lock Lulu Bell up tonight so that I can un-block the fireplace and perhaps even light a few candles.  It will look - for a brief moment - as if adults live here.

Instead of this.

Ok, break time is over.  Time to sweep the floors and dig around the cabinets for every spare plate and fork we own.