Being old has its advantages. For example, we do not have to eat proper meals at proper times with proper ingredients, to set a good example for the children, although we do usually try to stay on the nutritious side of things. However, we both consider chocolate to be one of the major food groups, being the comfort food that it is, and it’s also supposed to do something good for your brain. At least that’s my excuse for eating it.

Well, today, Jim is still fighting with some bugs that are trying to kill him. Being a dutiful wife that I am, I did offer to get a flashlight and look into his throat to ascertain if I could see any white spots. Being an agreeable sort, he said I cialis compare prices…but he didn’t really think it necessary. I was relieved.

He does have some good ideas, that man! He suggested making a chocolate cake and calling it supper.

I, being the dutiful wife, (am I being redundant?), got out the cake mix, the confectioner’s sugar, the eggs, the oil, the measuring cups, the pans and I all but mixed up the cake myself, leaving that to his joy and sense of accomplishment. The cake is out of the oven now, and smells so good! I have hardly baked at all, in a coon’s age, really, ever since we heard that transfats are so unhealthy, and ever since I discovered an allergy to soy (which is in everything, as it turns out.)

So, we shall enjoy chocolate cake for supper, with a cup of coffee, and if we want to be really bad, with a scoop of ice cream – (which I can justify because of all that good calcium in dairy products.)

Now, here is the clincher. I’ll have to stop and tell you a little story. The other night, we were outside, taking advantage of the lovely, early evening natural light to photograph some items. I was bent over, and Jim was standing behind me. Do you know what he did? That devil! Yes, he took a picture! I was hopping up and down mad. He calls these kind of things his “candid” shots. Ha, ha, ha. He says that he “wants something to remember me by.” Oh, my!

Now, I ask you, how can I possibly enjoy that chocolate cake when I have the memory of the size of my posterior burned into my brain? I tell you, it was mean, mean, mean, – meaner than a junk yard dog, to snap that photo! The answer to that? He says, “What fun is it, if you can’t tease the girls?” That man. You gotta love him. At least he’s honest, and hey, he bakes pretty darned good chocolate cakes, too.

Pat

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