Arose from my warm bed , out to the kitchen to make coffee.
Perking away such a satisfying sound first thing in the morning.
The fragrance of fresh brewed coffee..
All is right with the world............
Opened the fridge door to get milk for my coffee.
Mysteriously in the middle of the night this pristine delicious carrot cake is now missing a corner.......... I had baked it especially for Tuesday's " Happy Hookers" , birthday celebration...
Who did it?
Was I sleepwalking?
Could I have stumbled out in a dark sleepy daze and munched away?
Someone break into the house and just take a piece of cake?
Who did this dastardly crime?
DH wanders out and I point out the crime scene.
"Oh, was that for your ladies?"
" I ate it, mumble, mumble,
You will be happy to know DH ( I do have other names) is still alive and breathing..........
I have baked another cake which will be iced this morning.
Oh, and by the way Happy Hookers is not what you think;
I saw that little smirk ,
we knit , crochet , or whatever needlework we chose to work on..at least that is my story and I am sticking to it!