Occasionally, I foolishly agree to do things that I know I
shouldn’t. I know that it’s going to
cause me stress and make me temporarily insane(r). But I do it anyway because I also know that
the end, my insanity will result in someone else’s joy.
Such is the case for this birthday cake. The office manager in Tug’s school,
Arthurina, sent me a message asking if I did birthday cakes. The school’s administrative aide, Sheila,
had a birthday coming up and they were going to be celebrating at the office. Since I’ve returned to work, I’ve been saying
“no” to cakes as they can be time consuming and I refuse to use frozen
cake. I probably should have said “no”
to this one. But since I didn’t . . .
