So far today, everyone that I’ve come in contact with has had trouble
a) understanding something that was said
or
b) hearing something that was said,
which makes for very entertaining conversation.
This morning, Peter swore that he heard a commercial say, “You won’t want treats if you have a high beaver! Make sure you don’t have a big beaver!” in reference to Children’s Motrin, a product for high fevers.
My dad found a knife in the kitchen drawer and asked where we got such a small knife. I told him it was from a cheese kit. He looked at me like I was nuts and said, “A cheese kit?”
“Yes, it is a kit with cheese-related things.” After he jumped up and down like a nut because he couldn’t comprehend what a cheese kit was, my mom finally entered the conversation and said, “Yes. A cheese kit. I know what she’s talking about.” I didn’t think that “cheese kit” needed to be explained any further. I thought it was kind of self-explanatory. *shrug*
And for some reason in the car tonight, Matt and Peter were discussing “Corpse tea parties,” a very sick reference to an earlier conversation. The latter conversation went something like this, M: “At least it’s not a corpse tea party.”
L: “Corpse Tea Party? What’s a Corpse…oh.”
To which the boys laughed and laughed.
In other news, I’m looking for a new hairstyle. I have thin, dirty-blond hair that varies between shoulder length and mid-back length. I usually wear it with a straight part down the middle, no curl, no gel, no hairspray. Sometimes I curl the ends under, but as far as styling goes, it’s usually comb and run out the door. I know, I know. The kicker… sometimes I even “blowdry” in the car by froofing my hair in front of the heater on full-blast. I think my hair looks cute in the those little retro headbands, but other than that, I have no accessories.
Ideas would be greatly appreciated!
This weekend, Peter and I decided to try out our cake-making abilities. The 5-tier cake looks beautiful, but I forgot a key ingredient: baking powder. I made 2 rock cakes. Peter decided to try his own with the ingredients this time. His cakes were much fluffier. They taste the same as mine, but mine would do much damage if thrown at something. They also make a nice thud when you put them on the table.
We also made fancy icing, called “fondant,” to put on the cake. It’s a powdered sugar icing that ends up turning into a semi-hard covering. It’s the type of icing that many people get on wedding cakes or special occasion cakes. I was feeling “Tiffany box blue” inspired, as Peter would call it, so I dyed the icing blue. Viola!
