Day: March 1, 2012

A Recipe for Disaster, Part 2

My first thought, upon discovering the half-eaten remains of the cake I’d intended to bake for The Wedding Date, was “@#$&%& CHAUFFEUR!!!” That’s because my dad sometimes eats things I’ve made for other people before realizing they’re meant for other people. But the cake wasn’t just half-eaten.  It was mauled.  And mauled to such an extent that I realized no human could have possibly been responsible. My second thought, therefore, was “@#$&%& DUSTY!” That’s because Dusty, the family dog, is rather large (by which I mean perfectly capable of swiping half a cake from the kitchen counter) and something of a repeat offender. My third thought, therefore, was “WHAT THE @#$&%& AM I GOING TO DO NOW???” I had to be at the studio in less than two hours and I still had to finish packing, figure out what to wear, review my choreography for the afternoon’s rehearsal and finish wrapping The Wedding Date’s birthday present. Like I said: a recipe for disaster. I grab the car keys, corral the dogs to keep them away …