Secretary of Cake

Let them eat cake!

Cake Boss

In honor of my youngest daughter turning one this Saturday, I am dedicating this post to all of things I know about making birthday cakes. 
(This will be brief.)

Curiosity Killed My Face

I was in the bathroom looking in the mirror the other day and noticed that I have killer forehead wrinkles. It's kind of a bummer. I mentioned something about it out loud in front of my three year old daughter, who seems to materialize before me when ever I am in the bathroom. She asked me what was wrong with my forehead. Not wanting to complain about the way I look in front of her I said "oh it's nothing, I was just making a joke." Then she asked how I got those lines on my head and I told her that it's because I'm old. She reacted like I had just told her that I was going to give her away to the UPS guy. She calls him the "GPS" guy and runs into the house screaming "The stranger GPS guy is going to take me! He's going to kill meeee!" every time he delivers a package to us or anyone else on our court. She was horrified! I didn't realize that the thought of me being old was such a frightening thing for her.

Then I got to wondering how I did get the particular lines I have. Most women are aware of what frown lines are but I don't frown much, certainly not enough to leave lines! So I tried out several expressions in the mirror to see if I could figure out how they got there.