Brandy, Rum, and a Duckpond

This is the kind of day I am having. Okayyyyyyyy, maybe I don’t really want to drown myself in the duckpond like this mallard, but I do sorta feel, I don’t know, upside down?

Just out of sorts, really. Preoccupied. Stressed. Tired. Sore.

Yes, I am still sore from last Thursday when I hosted an event for the city of Huntsville at the Museum. Who did I think I was to teeter around in 3 inch heels for 6 hours? Several trips up and down stairs and at one point, I stood in the same spot listening to the speakers for 35 minutes!

It is no wonder that I feel like I am permanently pitched forward, hunched over and riddled with weird back pains and shooting pains down my thighs. Ugh…

But, tomorrow is another day and hopefully I will stand straighter, and do so painfree! Positive thinking you know, it can move mountains…

I am home from work and seated in the living room on my laptop. I sometimes forget that my computer is indeed, a laptop, and I can transport it anywhere. Rather than sit in my office, I am sitting in the living room watching Meet the Robinsons and waiting for my cake to bake.

Cake? Did someone say ‘cake?

By gosh, I did! I really did!

Am I a little too excited about cake? Think so? Yes well, I am. I have been watching my calories since Sunday and I would like (scratch that, L-O-V-E) to sample my latest cake invention, but I will not. The aroma will have to suffice. I think I will be able to hold myself back, though it DOES look smashing.

And yes, it is an invention. I took my all-time famous Rum Cake (no, you cannot have the recipe, it is a SECRET!) and altered it a bit. Why, you ask? Well, I drank all the rum. Seriously. This house is usually full of Venezuelan rum aged 200 years or something like that, but well…. I kind of like to drink it, cook with it, bake with it, and slather it all over my body. Okay, I made that part up.

Whatever I did with it, I don’t know, but it is GONE! So, I had to improvise. I am not making my typical butter-rum cake, but a chocolate-brandy cake. Variation on a theme… that sounds like the name of some Bach invention that I remember playing years ago on the piano.

Oh gosh am I digressing, now I’m talking about piano!

Anyways, back on topic…. though I have no idea anymore what the real topic IS of this post… do you remember? Mind filling me in?

Ah yes, cake. No, that’s not quite right…. home from work? Feeling dis-com-bobulated? Well, that is evident more than ever, isn’t it? Well, since I have no idea what I’m talking about anymore, I guess it’s as good a time as any to sign off…

Gosh I need a Keeper. I’ve completely confused even myself.

Maybe this isn’t such a bad idea after all….