Where's the cake?

Today is Mr. Ashley's birthday...and I'm out of town.

I told Big Kid that I would be away for daddy's birthday so he was in charge and he said, "Okay, dest leave me da instwuctions."

"What instructions?"

(annoyed) "Da instwuctions for da cake. I'm gonna need a list of what stuff I need and what to do...you know, instwuctions."

He was disappointed to hear he wasn't going to have to whip up a birthday cake from scratch or anything.

I'm hungry and cold and tired and too hungry, cold and tired to go get a snack. There's also an indoor pool and hot tub and I'm too cold to go down there. It's 60 some degrees here--I thought TX would be the same as FL.

Nope.

Also, Abilene is Middle of Fucking Nowhere, America. Lordy. I think we had to wait to land the plane until cows got off the runway. The parking lot at the airport was unpaved--that was cute in my super high Candies.

I'm off to scout out a vending machine. I think my work trousers and a 15 year old, almost worn through FSU shirt with no bra and a blazer is perfectly appropriate attire for such an outing.

Wish me luck.