If I'd a knowed you was coming

I baked a cake today. From scratch. For the first time in about 14 years.

The last time was a german chocolate cake for my husband, who adores them. He ate a piece and said "Peppridge Farm makes them better."

But this cake, basic yellow with Mom's white icing, is good. It is, in fact, excellent. Ugly, but yummy.

This stay-at-home-mom gig is kinda cool. We alternate going to a library or a park and also have a membership to the zoo. So, it's a lot of walking, a lot of homework (which makes my boyos cry... homework in the summer!?!), and a lot of lazing. Next week, we get pool memberships.

This life doesn't lead to much blogging, but I'll take it. Oh, yesiree, I'll take it.

Back to my book!

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