The Nutty Week

Here is the big fan used to dry our wet carpet.

I just had to take a picture of my cake mix. Baking seems to relieve stress.

Everything that could go wrong went wrong this week. On Wednesday night our washer exploded and flooded the hall, so I had to stay home on Thursday waiting for the maintenance people to come fix it. After that the carpet people had to come in with their fans to help dry the hall, which did not make my sister happy at all. She hates strangers coming in the house, so she was not pleased. We had wet carpet, a broken washer, and I had stress just resulted in me baking a cake.

I decided to make a cake on Thursday night as I turn to sweets when I am stressed. Yes I know eating sweets is not the best way to deal with hectic situations, but by the end of tonight I realized I had ate an entire cake. What a bad person I was to eat all that dessert.

Why Me?!

Today I was hit on in the weirdest way. I was walking home and some man told me he had children that were 12, 13, 14, and 15, and how they were small babies that needed milk and bread. He wanted to know if I could spare some change, but I told him I was busy and needed to get going. Then he said I was cute and asked me if I had a boyfriend. I hope his kids are okay, but why is he trying to flirt with women if he is trying to help his kids find some food to eat? I told him he should go to the local church because I know they help families in need, but part of me thinks he is making this all up. I do not know, but I am not an atm machine for everyone asking for a hand out.