stress

What with the election tomorrow (and the hearing the next day), I am so tense it hurts. I really want to just curl up with a book and forget everything.

But I can't do that, because today is my father's birthday and I have to get with the cake.

Kill me.

augh.

Okay, I got the first layer out of the pan with no problem. Second layer? Fell apart on my hand. So, one broken layer, one whole layer. I wound up frosting the first layer anyway.

The verdict was: great cake, great frosting. Great together. Even when I screw up I do all right. At least when it comes to baking.

I'd already put out butter for two layers' worth of frosting, so the frosting turned out extra rich. Nobody complained.

I wish I could relax.