Are you just here for the cake?

Cuz my stats went through the roof after I posted some cake. No wonder CakeWrecks gets so much traffic. The cake must be addictive or a controlled substance or something. You guys need to admit when you have a problem. Trust me, it's for the best.

I will get around to posting about my birthday Disney trip. I just need to get in a better mood before I do so it doesn't come out all bitter and vile. Let's just say for now, the highlight of my birthday was the trash can that serenaded Happy Birthday to me after I fed it a Mountain Dew bottle. But if you are looking for a great Disney story, go check out my bloggy friend Johnny Virgil. It seems there are things about fruit bats that I didn't know and was pretty much OK with not ever knowing.

I got lots of facebook love on my BD but not the first single phone call. From anyone. I am working through my feelings on that. I have already talked to one friend, and you know who you are, and we are all cool. But to the other friend? If I treated you the way you have been treating me lately? We most assuredly wouldn't be friends. Isn't it great that I am so forgiving and such a doormat that I lay there and take it? Just letting you know ahead of time that the day will come when you will need me to be at your beck and call and I won't be. That day will be very soon. Consider yourself bitten.

Sorry you had to read that but I had to get that out. My blog. My soapbox. My feelings. I'm done.

To top it all off in the news department on the home front, FCB emptied my Coke bottle piggy bank while I was gone and threw it away. He then banked all the money save for 5 bucks for my 5 year old. He then paid HIS bills with it. I discovered this last night. I was upset. He said he thought the Coke bottle belonged to him. I told him he knew damn well that it didn't and that he just stole from me. He called me many a choice name and then told me to get out of his sight. Since I caught some germs from my family and I wasn't feeling well anyway I went to bed. I awoke to him making me breakfast. That was his apology. Then his sister called to tell us that FCB's mother, the grandmother to my child, is in the hospital with walking pneumonia. She has also stopped eating. She is giving up and trying to die. I have nothing against the woman, and have tried for years to get her to like me, and for that matter, my child. She thinks I am the reason her son hates his sister. Nothing is going to change her mind about that. I hope she doesn't die and I hope she gets better, because FCB only lost his dad less than 5 years ago and I don't think he is going to be able to handle the loss of his mom. I don't want anyone in my family to get hurt or be sad. But unfortunately, I have no control over life and death.

So that is what is happening on the Persnickety front. Not everything, but those are the highlights. Don't even ask me about the lowlights. I promise to find my funny and share it with you guys when I find it. Let's hope those damn dust bunnies didn't run off with it cuz I am just too damn scared of the dark to go after it in that instance.