Cake and Punishment

Busted. (pix courtesy of www.rtc.pdx.edu)

I’m in trouble.

I ate cake that was verbotten.

My kids are punishing me.

And I made them do it.

Here’s the story morning glories: The twins just had seperate birthdays (one horse themed, other was Star Wars, so you can see how this is a good thing.) Seperate birthdays means… seperate cakes. My son a vanilla Star Wars cake with its’ white frosting airbrushed (?) colors, my daughter’s a vanilla/chocolate ice cream cake from a fabulous purveyour of iced fatty delights known as Nona’s Ice Cream in Hingham, MA. We’re talking heavenly stuff here my friends.

Nona's. Can you blame me?

So all the copious extras were cut-up, and frozen for treats later.

But not much later.

All I can say was they were winking at me. I thawed out some cake for my family, but snacked on it until … it was almost gone. Whoops.

And off I went my merry way.

So back from yoga I bounded into my sweet family eating dinner… and was totally and completely busted. By my husband. My daughter. My son(s).

J’accuse!

“Mom YOU ate the cake!”

I was caught dead to rights. I ‘fessed up.

Then I told them I, having broken the rules, that I should be punished.

(Now the looks on their faces at this were priceless, but I had done wrong and why should I be above following family rules? You lead by example in both good and bad I say. You do the crime, you do the time.)

My son’s first idea “No computer for a week!”

Umm, that’s going to happen kid. Try again.

So I was dealt with a firm sentence- no gossip sites for a whole week. No Prez Hilton. No CrazyDaysandNights. No Pinkisthenewblog. No TMZ. No People.com.

I can do Drudge, news, my Google reader (oh, Prez Hilton on RSS? Ahh no) but no straight-up gossip.

It was fair, and I’m handling it. Gossip is the yin to my more tech/cerebral yang- I use it as a mental palate cleanser. So as my natural instinct says, check out FT.com…. then hit Cocoprez.com I have to skip the last and go read up on Brian Solis’ PR 2.0 or Springwise.

All I can say is Thank goodness TheCoolHunter is still not off-limits.

My sentence ends Friday.*

*As in week, I’m thinking work week, not 7 days. That’d be just cruel.