Note to self: Do NOT agree to stay up late with mom, just so she can finish writing up her blog!
Too late, I already did. I should have recognized the hints: two boxes of cake mix lying nonchalantly next to two tubs of milk chocolate frosting on the counter, Mom's computer screen lighting up her face as she greeted me when I got home from my night out with the Tour Team ( So You Think You Can Dance Finals, Travis should have won!)...it was all too obvious.
"Adam, you love me, don't you?" her look said, followed by her mouth letting slip "oh and could you make me a cake and stay up late with me?" So now I find myself, having already pulverised my "creative thinking cap" with a previous entry yesterday (that is to say, an hour ago) trying to find something interesting to write about to keep me busy while mom finger pecks her way into blogger bliss. I have to admit, I'm not that tired, not after that crazy display of America's lack of confidence in the TRUE winner of SYTYCD, Travis. I mean, yeah, I think Benji is a great dancer, I know him personally! But really, Travis was seriously better at everything, except maybe Swing, which is understandable, since Benji's Dad, Buddy Schwimmer (sp?) was the world's greatest swing/jitterbug/jive dancer!!!
Oh no! It is extremely evident how tired I am when I start to write like this....I give up! Momma, it's time for beddie bye!
'night!
p.s. the cake was good though!
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