... my state in the matter of a few hours should be off the charts. On top of a benefit I'm chairing (which is next Thursday, and which explains the paucity of blog updates around heah) I have the usual housewife shite, financial doo doo--a whole slew of crap into which I shan't bore you by going.
On top of that, my son is turning 10 tomorrow, and tonight we're hosting a sleep-over birthday party for six ten-year-old boys.
Yes, you read that right. Six. 10. Year. Old. Boys. Who are going to be eating pizza, playing GameBoy, running around the back yard, making S'mores in my fireplace or, if the weather holds, outside on the grill, and then going to sleep (shyeah, right!). Next morning I treat the little bastids to pancakes, bacon, and sausages and then I kick them right the hell out, fill the wading pool with ice cold martinis, and begin to do laps in it.
So if I am discovered in a few hours, while ostensibly baking and frosting a birthday cake, actually eating fistfuls of frosting right out of the bowl, you now know why.