sethrak

::head-desk::

Yesterday, I loaded up the Zodling and a package for our very-pregnant friend Colleen* to head to base and finally get that package mailed off. (Stupid UPS Store, saying they didn't want to deliver to a PO box....)

I get to the parking lot of the BX. I start unloading the stroller and other items, planning to walk over to the adjacent Post Office, then walk back to the BX for a taco and to feed Mark his lunch. I realize, as I am struggling to fit the box into the stroller's cargo basket, that I FORGOT TO BRING THE ADDRESS.

Head, meet desk. Senor Desk, meet my cabeza. >_<

Now, today. It's

davner's birthday. I was able to rock Mark to sleep unusually early today, so I figured I'd take advantage of this opportunity to get the cake started while he was out of my hair.

Head into the kitchen, check the cake mix box to see what temp. I need to preheat the oven. Turn on oven, continue reading box to see what comes next.

Right beneath the instruction for the oven setting, right beneath it, where it stared me in the face every time I've glanced at that cake box since Dav brought it home two days ago and yet somehow still failed to process the words into my pregnant Polack brain, it says "Grease the cake pan(s) with shortening".

::claps hands to side of head, ala Pedro from Excel Saga:: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We have no shortening in the house. Not even fossilized shortening from before Dav's last deployment, which is the last time we conceivably might have needed some.

And the baby's fast asleep.

>_<

So I'm going to have to wait til he wakes up and make an emergency run to K-Mart. I'm actually glad now that Dav was feeling a bit sick this morning and decided to cancel our plans to meet for lunch after I mailed the package. I've got too much to do as it is.

*I expect to get an email from her or her husband any day now, or to have my husband tell me first thing as he comes home from work that he got an email from them.