So as promised.. here is the pictures of THE cake from my sons 8th birthday. Yes ... it does look like a weird kind of flying shark thingo ... but if you squint your eyes really tight and tilt your head to the left ... you should give an image of "Toothless" the Night Fury from the movie "how to Train Your Dragon. {see images below..} I'm telling you ... my kitchen and myself was covered in blue black icing by the end of it - I thought it would be a simple task - get the sponge cake cut to size ... assemble the cake together with the icing and ice then decorate with the YELLOW jelly beans {that got eaten as soon as the kiddlywinks arrived home... so we had to change to orange..} easy right...WRONG!!! The sponge cake left crumbs every time I dragged the spatula over the cake to ice it... then I had to completely seal all the cake so it would stay fresh ...by midnight... I didn't want to see icing ever again and got hubby to clean up the mess...
OH... and the mouth wouldn't stay open as to the blue prints I was given for the cake - so I had to stuff ... no cram the mouth open with lollies just so you could see the teeth...
But as you can see by the look on his little face, the effort was well worth it, he loved it and had a wonderful time with all his friends at the play centre...
and this is toothless the night fury from the movie....
anyway......
So Saturday night, my daughter decided to share her bout of gastro with me ... nothing like it for rapid weight loss ...yeah yeah boo hoo for me BUT... don't feel sorry for me yet ... that's not the end ...
Monday ... I got up - got the kids organised for school and mopped all the floors and did 2 loads of washing and even ironed shirts (ask Jas... that's a big deal for me..) but wait there is more...
Hubby is sick this morning.
whats worse than a grown man who is sick??
Nothing.
especially my man..
so now he hasn't shown ANY signs of gastro....
but apparently you cant talk properly,
you walk into walls...
you have to sleep on my side of the bed...
and then to top it all off, I thought I had better check on him and so ask if he needs anything .... he asks me for a barley sugar for his mouth!!!..... ummm.... I'm sorry but its not the 1900's I don't actually walk around with boiled lollies in my pocket.... so where am I supposed to get this barley sugar from????
had to give him a dirty look and say "NO! I DO NOT HAVE A BARLEY SUGAR!!" and then swear as I walked off...
please don't feel sorry for him ... his mum will be here tonight to console him because I have NO sympathy for a sooky la la ...
how do your men handle being sick??? Are they all the same???
thanks for letting me whinge!!
hee hee hee
until next time MAD MEL XXXX