A month ago (yeah, I know, July disappeared, too) we had some visitors (hi, Mom and Dad!!), and since one of them was having a birthday, it really was the perfect reason to bake a cake. So I did. At, like, midnight the night before because I have poor time management skills when it comes to prioritizing things and strongly feel that sometimes watching crap TV is number one. Oops. Let's commence with the caking.
|Is it scary when the stuff IN the mixer matches the color OF the mixer? Only a little bit...|
|And that's why you slap on a crumb coat - look at that hot mess of a cake|
|There, that's better! Thumbs up to the cake!|
|birthday present opening while wearing Father's Day present - now, that's pretty cool, Dad|
...and doing some definite Dad-style shopping, where Craig was more than just a little out of his element.
|"What the heck are these things?" - oh, Craig, so much horse education to go|
It was a little on the crazy-hot side, but we explored the stockyards for a little while and found some horsey friends.
Then back home to just sit in air conditioning where certain animals were a little less inclined to be friends...
...but then pretty much got over it and decided these guys weren't so bad after all.
|oh, kitten, you are ridiculous|
Happy birthday, Dad, creepy dripping candles and all!