I know that I am way late posting anything about Valentines's Day, but I have a good excuse. I was busy playing Nancy Drew Legend of the Crystal Skull. There are not a lot of computer games I like, so when there is one I don't stop until I beat it.
Anyways, Valentines Day is not a big thing in our house. We just do small things to celebrate. The Sunday before I knew something was up. It was like 9:00 a.m. and Paul told me to go take a nap. You don't have to tell me twice, but it was a dead giveaway. I mean why would my husband be so kind as to tell me to take a nap? Either he was surprising me, or he wanted something. Either way, I went to sleep. This is what I woke up to:
The boys made me a cookie cake. They helped Daddy decorate it too. Paul swears the M&Ms were Ashton's idea. I'm not so sure . . .
On Valentines day I tried to make a red velvet cake for dessert. It. Did. Not. Go. Well. It was like something out of National Lampoon's Valentines Day. It imploded when I stuck a toothpick in it to see if it was done. This was the last straw. I give up. I can't bake. From now on, if it came out of the oven, it started from a box.
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