oh how the mighty have fallen
December 22, 2008
As little as a year ago, I would have bet you $50 this would NOT have happened. I’m not sure what has changed in the last year, but I’ve got some work to do.
Yesterday, me n Kim n the kids went up to my brother’s house in Park City, met up with two other brothers and their kids, and my mom. We had ribs.
Yada yada yada.
We also had cake. Chocolate cake with some special chocolate fudge frosting.
(Do you say “frosting” or “icing”? I think I grew up saying “icing” but now that I’ve lived West for 20 years, I say “frosting” although I’m not sure it’s natural. It doesn’t feel natural, it feels forced. Anyway.)
Anyway. We’re sitting around the table, enjoying our chocolate cake with special chocolate fudge frosting, and my mom leans over and hands Steve her frosting.
SHE HANDED STEVE HER FROSTING!
I said, “Hey! HEY! When did HE become the favorite?” Mom didn’t even look up.
My brother Rob and I went back into the kitchen and ate all the frosting off the rest of the cake to console ourselves. And I’m thinking of having Steve killed.