I smell pencil shavings from the sharpener and the sweet rubber of erasers.
I start tomorrow, too. I've copied my syllabus and readied my attendance sheets.
Everything's ready, but we don't quite feel ready.
My youngest decides that in addition to a back-to-school dinner (taco soup in the crockpot), we need a cake.
A cake will get us ready!
Why not?
Once frosted, we put it in the center of the table. We'll have a special dessert for this last evening of summer. We'll sigh, hold hands, and pray.
It all starts tomorrow, so we made cake.
I have long believed that a slice of freshly-baked cake is a good solution to many problems . . . ;o)
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ReplyDeleteCake is SO good. Long ago, recovering from radiation therapy, I craved cake: chocolate with chocolate frosting. Previously, I wasn't a cake aficionado, and for my birthdays, my cakes were always white but...aunts sent me cakes from the city; my mom bought me any one I wanted. Frozen, fresh, it was the best thing for a short while. Yes, eat cake!
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