I can't win!

Thursday: Stuck in a webnar via gotomeeting...it started at noon...it's now 12:30 and one person can't figure out how to join the meeting online. Why is it always that way? There is always one who needs hand holding and holds everything up for the rest. I've been sitting here with my headset plugged in reading OD for 30 minutes.

Friday: Tomorrow is Tim's 16th birthday. He's been shaving for two years and I think he was getting tired of always cutting himself at least twice every time he shaves. I don't think he'll ever get the hang of a "safety" razor. So I ordered an electric shaver for him online at walmart.com and paid for rush shipping (cause I'm so organized you know and ordered it on Sunday). Yesterday I was getting nervous that it hadn't come yet when I paid for overnight shipping and it had already been four days. Tim went out to the shop to get something and came in carrying a box. He told me he had found it propped against the shop door. Stupid FedEx had left it out there. I don't know what the driver was drinking or smoking that day, but it isn't that hard to tell the difference between our house and shop.

Tonight I finally opened the box so I could put the present out for Tim to find in the morning. Did I mention that I paid extra for gift wrapping? When I opened the box and removed the packing, at first I wasn't sure what I was looking at.


So I reached in and picked it up.



Hmmm.......



Yeah, it's just what it looks like....a black pillowcase tied with a white ribbon. Some people may think it's cute, but I don't consider it appropriate wrapping for a birthday present. You can believe Walmart got an email from me right that moment. I haven't even opened the bag to see if it is the shaver I ordered. I'm afraid to.

Since Tim was in bed and it was getting late, I decided I'd better get his birthday cake put together. I decided to go all out this year for a sorta special birthday and baked a four layer devils food cake with filing between the layers alternating between caramel and homemade chocolate ganoshe, frosted with chocolate fudge frosting. Sort of my version of death by chocolate. A couple of months ago, Tim and Ram bought an old (1978) Mustang together and are fixing it up in the garage. Yesterday while I was getting gas at Stamart,I found a scale model Mustang just the right size for the cake. I bought Kit-Kats to make a road on top of the cake and put the Mustang on the road. After I finished with frosting the cake, I noticed that it was leaning a little bit and straightened it up, then decided that if it was in danger of sliding apart, I'd just put it in the deep freeze to firm it up for awhile. I went to check it a few minutes ago and this is what I saw.





The top layer cracked apart and slid off the next layer. The second layer has slid forward off the third layer. I think I'll just leave it there and try to put it back together in the morning. That's what I get for trying to be all "cheffy" as Tim calls it. At least he should get a good laugh out of it tomorrow. I just had an idea....maybe I should put the cake in the pillowcase. See? I just can't win!