What Newton Learned From The Twinkie That Fell On His Head

Ok, so here goes. Confession time (yes, again). I am not perfect. There. I said it. Ya, I know. No one is surprised. Especially those of you who know me in "real" life. But just to illustrate and to make sure, dear readers, that there is no doubt as to my lack of perfectionness, I share a little story.

Last week was spring break for our kids. We went on a little family vacation and arrived home late on Sunday evening. Mondays are usually busy with trying to get back on track after the weekend, grocery shopping, house cleaning etc. Side note: Why the heck does the house look ten times worse on Monday mornings than any other day of the week? Explain that little entropic phenomenon will ya! This Monday was further complicated by vacation recovery and the fact that I had a large church group outing to oversee the following morning at 5:45 am. Yes. Long story ever so slightly shorter...I forgot to take a promised and expected dinner into a friend who had just had back surgery. Hopefully she is not reading this and if she is, sorry again!

Tuesday left me in the dust before I even knew it had come, so on Wednesday afternoon I settled in the kitchen to do a little overdue baking. A couple "thank you" loaves of bread for some do-gooders in my life, and a beautiful chocolate cake (suggested by my lovely niece here) for Miss M and her aching back! You know what they say about best laid plans, right?

The cake turned out smelling and looking yummy. At first. I managed to slice the cake neatly into two layers but my filling was too runny SO I tried to scrape it off the bottom layer BUT it made a mess all over the plate SO I tried to transfer the cake onto a clean plate BUT it broke into a million pieces SO I just tried to smush them together to LOOK like a layer of cake and THEN spread the new filling on. I plopped the top layer on and went to get the frosting from the fridge. This was not the thick creamy type of frosting that would stay put in a bowl it was more of a whipped light type SO when I opened the fridge the bowl fell to the floor proving Newton's lesser known fourth law of motion which states that frosting dropped from a height of greater than 3 feet will in fact stay in motion until it hits every surface of one's kitchen including the undersides of one desk and every stool and chair.

I do not think that I need to tell you Miss M will be getting a box of Twinkies.

Quote of the Day: ""I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown... which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments."

---Jim Morrison