Chirky

Today, when checking email, my heart dropped into my stomach. Now, it's true that I get creeped out kind of easily - I know that, and it's part of the reason why I refuse to watch Freddy Krueger even if it is the middle of the day and all the lights are on in the house. I. Just. Can't. Handle. It.

So when I was going through email today, and saw that a certain person was following me, I stopped and stared, confused. Because the person following me has my same name. And I don't know if you've ever opened your email and seen "[insert your first and last name here] is now following you," but let me tell you: it is both confusing AND creepy, especially because you know it's not spam because spammers haven't gotten that creative yet. (Note to spammers: Don't.)

I've never really thought before about how creepy Twitter can be, but now I'm on the lookout. And I'm fairly certain that once someone with my maiden name starts following me, I'm going to start looking over my shoulder in suspicion a lot more frequently.

[If you want to follow me on Twitter, by the way, please do. Because I'm pretty certain WE don't share the same name.]

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For the past few weeks, I've been taking a cake decorating class. This shouldn't come as much of a surprise, considering my love for making cakes. I have a ton more than I've ever chronicled on this site, and I figured it was time to up the ante and learn the Proper Way to Decorate.

Originally I thought the class was a little beneath my skill level, consider we're learning how to make stars and drop flowers, and HELLO, I already taught myself to do that. But after this last lesson, what I learned was that I made up how to do it, and I have no technical skill whatsoever. I do not do things properly. And I am okay with that! I didn't do math problems properly in high school or college either, but I still got to the same answer! (Most of the time.) Isn't that what counts? I say that's what counts.

The problem is that I work from home, so I really don't have anywhere to take these cakes once they're finished. And Roger works for a boutique design agency, and it took them an entire week to eat the last cake I made - there just aren't as many people as there is cake. So I end up with a plethora of cakes surrounding me, begging to be eaten, and my thighs refuse to do ALL of that eating. True story.

This week I made a classic yellow cake with buttercream icing. It's a simple, playful thing, in primary colors, with two cute little clowns on top and a decorative border. Also, check out that striped icing - I'm so fancy!

Do you want this cake? I will give you this cake. I have not even eaten one piece of this cake! That is maybe the true miracle.

If you live (or work) anywhere between downtown Dallas and Frisco, I will deliver this cake to you. As long as you are not creepy. (Please let me know if you are creepy.) Share it with lots of your co-workers - you can even take credit for it, I don't mind! - and they will love you forever. (And in this economy, don't we all need to be loved a little?) (Answer: Yes.) (Other answer: You want the cake.)

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Since we've been involved in what will surely become the longest remodel in the history of home remodels, I've become a lot more intimately acquainted with the inner-workings of a house. Like electrical wiring. (Well, sort of.) And plumbing. And what toilets look like when they're removed from the floor. And let me tell you: it is ... unpleasant.

So when I saw on CNN this morning that there is a new restaurant in Hong Kong called "Modern Toilet," curiosity got the best of me. You know, I understand themed decor. I do. But this place - wow. The toilet lids and glowing urinals hanging on the walls, and seating made of toilet bases aren't what bother me. But eating out of a mini-toilet bowl?

That's one restaurant that I'd keep a lid on.

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