Why do I bake? Why do I make hot fudge cake (from a box, but I still claim credit for it. It takes a lot of skill to pour that cup of water in and stir it fifty times). I LOVE hot fudge cake, so I suppose that is the answer. And I fool myself that it will be mainly for the children, that I will only eat a piece. Or, at the most, two. And then I end up thinking, "Well, B-Boo has some hyperactivity issues. He really can't eat more than one piece per day. It's not fair to let J-Rooni and J-Bo eat it in front of him." So, I end up eating more than a piece or two. Like, seven.
I have already been fitted for the dress for Melanie's wedding. I cannot gain any weight between now and December 2. It cannot happen.
So, why do I bake?
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I wish I had read this earlier. I would come over and help you protect those darling boys from hyperactivity. It would be a major sacrifice, but I would be willing to do it for you and the boys. ;)
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