Bitches...Birthday Cake...and Behavioral Drugs....

I haven't blogged in a while.

I have been in a crappy mood...sad...stressed...pissed...overwhelmed...you get the point.  Nothing is funny when you feel like that and when I feel like that I'm not very babblish....

I think I'm getting over it.  A friend of mine...one I actually liked... died two weeks ago.  I know...I know...my friend G just passed a way like 2 weeks before that...if you are my friend..I would seriously reconsider our friendship...just in case this is a trend...I will totally understand.  Anyway..I think I am getting my sense of humor back...and actually feel like babbling in between crying and feeling sorry for myself.  My mom is out of town "visiting" MRP as usual..the dirt pusher is pushing dirt...the kids are at their dad's and I have no one to babble to...don't get me wrong...this does NOT make me sad...I have spent the whole day with no one in my hair...bugging me and I have been doing what I want to do...when I want to do it...just like I like.

So yesterday was my friend Emma's birthday.  Me, Emma and Alyster loooove to celebrate birthdays at work its a good way to not actually work and spank each other without weird looks...not that that normally stops us.  Do you remember Emma from my earlier post Emma's a Perfect Bitch?  Well...nothing has changed...she is still a perfect bitch. 

I made her a cake...a yummy lemon with lemon frosting cake...with delicious sprinkles.  I am convinced that sprinkles make everything taste better.  I'm not even picky about my sprinkles.  I brought the cake into work and we all slobbered on ourselves waiting for an appropriate time to eat cake we think its only appropriate to wait till after 9am.  We are all a bunch a pigs....well besides Alyster..she is allergic to everything....besides meat *wink*. 

you can barely even see it....pfffttt....

Emma at some point... when I was not in the room took the lid off of the pan to admire my work of art and to smell the lemony goodness....she noticed a strange looking sprinkle....a sprinkle that may or may not have looked like a Zoloft.  When I came back into the room she politely asked me what I drugged the cake with....I was confused...until I she showed me what she had found on the cake.


Ok Ok OKKKK...in my defense...this is what happened!....So I have had a rough couple weeks...so shoot me...after I had finished making the cake and went for a short drive with the dirt pusher...I knew I needed to get some sleep so I may have had too much Mike's Hard Lemonade.  I don't normally drink...so...it takes very little for me to lose my fine motor skillzzzz...Before bed when I went to take the Zoloft don't judge me I accidentally spilled the pills everywhere....I thought that I had them all cleaned up...but one must have slipped onto the cake....

I actually think this might make my cakes popular.  Everyone loved it and I'm on my fifth piece...seeeeee HAPPY...and NICE!