In Which I Narrowly Avoid A Van Full Of Baby Mick Jaggers
My friends, the trees in our backyard haven’t fallen on us yet. They’re just hanging out in midair waiting for, you know, a light breeze.
But I moved some things to the front of the house just in case. I found a bunch of cool stuff, including my record player and a box of LPs. I also found a journal I used to write in.
And boy was that weird.
According to my journal, in 1985, I wanted to raise rabbits in my room. In rabbit pens.
In 1989, I wanted to marry a boy named Nate because he was good at flag football and he liked fajitas.
And in 2003, my number 1 life goal was to:
That’s right, y’all. Travel with a band. Because it would be super fun until I woke up with a heroin problem and a van full of baby Mick Jaggers.
I like to think my judgment’s gotten better since 2003.
I like to think that these days, if someone asked me to get naked and wear a metallic warrior bikini for a photo shoot, I’d slap myself in the face and politely decline.
But who knows.
So let’s all have a good weekend and try not to make any really bad decisions, okay? I don’t have time to go over all the things we should avoid, but I will say there should be no gold headpieces, no making rockstar babies in the green room, and no more than five pet rabbits between the bunch of us.
Fajitas and flag football are fine.
I’ve also approved this cake.
It’s a strawberry cake with a layer of strawberries and strawberry jam in the middle, covered with peanut butter cream cheese icing.
I used Brandi’s (from”Look I Made That”) strawberry cake recipe again, except I used 1 tsp. vanilla and no almond extract, no vanilla bean and no lemon zest. I only poured the batter into two pans, and I did not make strawberry icing.
Instead, I put a layer of strawberry jam and a layer of sliced strawberries in the middle.
And I covered the whole thing in peanut butter frosting. You can get the cake recipe here and the frosting recipe here. (I forgot the cream in the frosting, and it was great, but probably not as easy to spread.) It was tasty.
And get some rest this weekend, yes?
Lots of it.