Let Them Eat Cake

I was going to show you stuff from the quilt show tonight, but I'm just not feeling it. I'm tired and full and I want to go to bed.

We--Hubby, me, the Wild Child, Soccer Son, and two significant others--were supposed to go out to dinner tonight to celebrate the kids' birthdays. Soccer Son, however, was sick and couldn't make it, so it was just four of us. Originally the plan was to go to the Olive Garden, but when we arrived, we learned the wait was an hour. ARGH! So Manager Man, the Wild Child's significant other, called over to one of our very favorite Mexican restaurants and learned the wait was only 20 minutes--just about the time it would take us to drive there. So off we went and had a marvelous meal--better, I'm sure, than we had originally planned anyway. Margaritas, guacamole, chips and salsa, and our main dishes. Isn't it funny how things work out like that sometimes?

On the other hand . . . last Thursday, on the Wild Child's birthday, I stopped at a special bakery and bought a small (but darned expensive!), exquisite birthday cake which Hubby, I, the Wild Child, and Manager Man ate (well, not ALL of it, but some). Today I bought ANOTHER cake for all of us to share after dinner--that was before Soccer Son and his Lovely Wife to be Someday cancelled due to illness. So here we were, the same four of us, again with a birthday cake to eat. After that huge Mexican fiesta. See why I'm full? And tired? And just want to go to bed?

Now I'm pondering: When Soccer Son feels better and we finally DO get together for a birthday dinner, do I need to get yet ANOTHER birthday cake?

Not if it's any time soon. I just can't stand any more.

Have a happy Valentine's Day, and if you need some chocolate cake, I'm here for you, okay?