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yummm
I just got done watching Chicago for the first time with my sister. I must thank her for it was a grand movie indeeeed.
My house smells like cake. My mother, she goes through these fads. Sometimes it's collecting things, sometimes it's baking things.
Like more then a few months ago, all she did for months, was bake scones. Fabulous scones, good for breakfast, but that's all she would do. She was so into just making diffrent kinds, and finding the perfect texture. Then birdhouses (as seen in my kitchen) then baskets (oh god you can count the dozens) now it's cakes.
It's only a certain kind of cake. She bakes them in this rose shaped cake pan, because she thinks it's the coolest thing, well, since baking cakes. So we've had like 7 cakes these past 2 weeks. It smells absolutely great, I just think my mom is off her rocket, baking a cake at 11 o' clock at night. But then again, I think my mom is off her rocket most of the time anyways.
Come to think of it, most of my family is. My sister jumped out of a box today, and insisted on making a house out of it. So of course we did. (remember how boxes were the coolest when we were like 5?)
My dad is building another monster computer for the office he works at. He won't take a break on working till 3 in the morning I bet.
My family, reflects me. I'm as weird as they, and they as I. I hope I turn out a good combination of both (but more my father just because he at least seems more level headed) I already see myself turning into them more and more each day. Why fight against it? Genetics ya know?
sooo...anyone to join me for a slice of coffe, or lemon, or chocolate, or ciniminininimon cake?
P.S. Robert has called me. I think I peed myself.
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