One of those days.

I do all the birthday cakes at work.  Tomorrow is Tommy's Birthday.  So I planned on coming home and baking.

Tommy likes pound cake, so I was going to do a pound cake, and torte it, a cheater's cassata cake.  Rather than use stabilized whipped cream, I was going to use flour frosting.  (Trust me that stuff is yummy!)

Got home, took out the eggs, butter so they could warm to room temperature, while they were warming, went upstairs to change.  I don't cook or bake in a skirt, heels and blazer.  Give me those comfy jeans.

Came down, and started to take out the rest of what I needed, vanilla, lemon extract, flour, powered sugar (give the cake a much finer texture) wait, where i the powdered sugar?  Look at all the containers on the counter, super fine sugar, granulated sugar, light brown sugar, dark brown sugar, no powdered sugar.  Look in the cubboard where I store the extra supplies, no powdered sugar. 

By now I am really getting frustrated, and realize that the container that was full of strawberries yesterday, had only six strawberries in it.  Damn it.  I over did snacking on them.  Why didn't I realize it when I was doing it?  All I could think of was summertime and chocolate covering them.  Sigh.

Ok, I'm not baking tonight, I'll do it tomorrow, and tell Tommy so he and the other guys can laugh at the fact I had no powdered sugar.  Pick up the egg basket.  (Yes I use an egg basket, I get the eggs from a local), the handle let go.  Two dozen eggs end up on the floor.  About 1/3 broke, giving me a real mess.

Maybe I should just call it a day and go to bed.  I have to stop on the way home tomorrow for powdered sugar and strawberries, and hopefully the egg man had plenty of eggs.