Today, I am making a yummy chocolate cake to surprise my hubby, Bob. He doesn't get cake very often because I tell him if I make it we will eat it!! Da! I guess that is the object of baking it! Neither one of us needs the calories, but I am in the mood for cake. Here is a cute poem I copied while in a Dr.'s office somewhere.
Funny Honey
You're my honey
You're my sweet
You're my pumpkin pie to eat
You're my ice cream
You're my ices
You're my seasonings and spices
You're my candy
You're my cake
Oops..I ate you....my mistake!
By Douglas Florian
Off to find my cake pans....Bob will eat ice cream with his, but I want a huge glass of really cold milk!!
YES MAAM SHE'S MY BABY. SHE'S MY WIFE AND I DRIVE HER CRAZY. I LOVE HER BUNCHES AND I DON'T MEAN MAYBE. SHE'S MY BABY....YEOW!!!
ReplyDeleteHello Lee! Lucky you to be in North Carolina (I have a sister in Nebo).
ReplyDeleteAnd let me tell you, anyone who would get a pedicure to celebrate their first SS check is my kinda gal!
Lee, is everything alright with you? I'm tagging you in a post on Saturday....I am putting the borders on my GJ quilt.
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