I said some pretty hilarious things today which, I felt, needed to be shared. But now I can’t remember them. Drat. Me: What were we talking about earlier when I was being so funny? Husband: You weren’t being funny, you … Continue reading
Hi. My name is Cass and I’m a baking addict. It has been 15 minutes since my last batch of baked goods. Seriously. I have literally baked all weekend long so you’d think I’d want a break. Nope. Immediately after … Continue reading
It’s that time of the week where I happily forget I have an actual job and spend all day drinking in the kitchen and dreaming of having my own bakery. Thanks to Pinterest, I found Betty Crocker’s website of cupcake … Continue reading
I’ve been dreaming all week of creating a raspberry-filled lemonade cupcake. Literally dreaming. Moist, light, lemon-y cake with a thin fresh raspberry filling, topped with a pink lemon mousse. Almost more of a mini layer cake than a cupcake. I’m … Continue reading
Husband: Do you think it’s illegal to drink this beer with a straw?
Me: Illegal?! Yes. The beer police are going to materialize and arrest you immediately.
Husband: That’s all? I thought they would do something extreme like kick me in the balls.
Me: Nah, but they’ll definitely take your man card.
Husband: Probably two man-cards. I only have one so you’ll have to let me borrow yours.
Me: I can’t believe this is actually a conversation. Put down that straw.
And then I found this on the internet:
These amazing, gluten-free cookies remind me of that part in Despicable Me where Edith asks Dr. Nefario if she can drink a potion and he says: “Do you want to explode?!” I feel like that disclaimer should be given to … Continue reading
When I was 11, I made up this recipe(I use that term loosely. Mostly I’ve just never been able to figure out where in the world I got it) and won a blue ribbon at the state fair. My first … Continue reading
Today was bake-a-palooza which usually coincides with day-without-5-minutes-to-catch-my-breath. My timing is impeccable. Here is a rough outline of my day: woke up. Husband got this new app which supposedly wakes you gently with soothing noises at the right point in … Continue reading
Just in time for Easter….barely…. A couple of weeks ago, I found this adorable Bunny Butt Cake from Betty Crocker and immediately decided we needed to have an Easter party. Not because I particularly care about Easter parties, but because … Continue reading
Marriage can’t be about all fun and games. Or so I’ve been told. We haven’t figured that part out yet and continue to do ridiculously fun things, like this mud run. Silly us.
We can’t even manage to have a non-ridiculous
fight talk. A constant topic of discussion in our marriage is my mind-reading abilities. Little did Husband realize, but when I said “I do” I instantly developed this crazy ability to know exactly what he meant to say, regardless of the words coming out of his mouth. Wives, you know what I’m talking about.
Husband: These cookies are delicious.
Me: Is that a fat joke?
Husband: What are you talking about? You made cookies and they’re tasty.
Me: But you think I shouldn’t have any because I’m fat?! That’s just mean.
Husband: I was just trying to tell you thanks for the cookies. You’re crazy.
Me: You don’t love me anymore?!?!
At which point Husband walks away eating cookies and I collapse into tears. Happens every time. Husband says it’s because I don’t actually have any mind reading skills and I’m making stuff up. I tell him that would never happen and I know exactly what he’s thinking all of the time. Marriage has made me an expert on male mind-reading. He says that he usually just says exactly what he’s thinking so there is no need for mind-reading. I don’t think it could be that simple. There is often a huge disconnect between what I say and what I’m thinking. By my flawless logic, this is true of everyone. Husband says no and that I’m still crazy. I say the jury’s out.
Not only did I develop mind-reading skills at our wedding, but Husband also unknowingly gave me license to insert my opinion on everything. Obviously he wants to hear my brilliant and witty comments on all aspects of life.
in the middle of one such discussion:
Me: You put a ring on it. That means you automatically want my input on everything.
Husband: I put a ring on it. That means you should be naked all of the time. See? I can make up rules too.