Yesterday, I rose with the roosters to bake this Honey Bun cake
for Craig’s co workers. Now, a lot of people I know wouldn’t dream of rising early to bake a cake (for free) for people they don’t even know, but I’m an odd duck and find the act of baking early in the morning to be oddly satisfying. Besides, Craig’s co workers love tasty treats and I enjoy providing them. Everybody wins.
If you’re ever in need of an easy, yet crowd pleasing coffee cake type recipe, I highly recommend the Honey Bun cake. In fact, I especially recommend this cake if you’re in favor of receiving marriage proposals and offers for kisses from your spouse’s co workers. As inappropriate as that may be, I’ve never felt so adored in my whole life! Well, maybe not in my whole life. But you know what I mean.
In other news, a HUGE weight has been lifted off my chest.
Yes, this trunk is my saving grace; an anecdote for the crud load of clutter Craig naturally creates.
Here’s the thing: as much as I enjoy being married to Craig, I do not, have not and will not ever enjoy his clutter. We have one bedside table in our bedroom. After years of spilled water glasses on our previous bedside table, Craig is no longer allowed to have a table on his side of the bed. This bodes well for our furniture’s finish, however, it also presents us with an even bigger issue: “where should Craig store is crap?” Well, I should be more specific: “where should Craig store his crap so that he does not have to remove himself from the bed when he’s watching television and/or does not feel inclined to put things away in their properly (aka Alison sanctioned) designated spots?”
Since I was entirely unwilling to buy another end table that would more than likely meet its untimely demise by the repeated spillage of water, I opted for a spacious trunk made of natural materials.
I ordered this trunk with the intent to rest it against the wall next to Craig’s side of the bed, where it will conveniently house all of his crap. He can even put his uniform and boots in the trunk. Actually, I don’t care what he puts in there just so long as whatever it is no longer lays on the floor beside the bed.
You have no idea how happy I was to hear the UPS man ring our doorbell and present me with this box of pure, unadulterated, neat freakish bliss. Bliss. Joy. The weight of our messy bedroom has been lifted from my chest.
Now, I can say right now that this trunk should cure our clutter problem, but only time will tell. While I have grand dreams of Craig placing everything INSIDE the trunk, I have a feeling most of it will lay ON TOP of the trunk. Similarly, this is how Caroline treats the shoe basket. She places her shoes next to the shoe basket, but never IN it. I thought the words “shoe basket” would imply that the shoes should be placed IN THE BASKET, but maybe it’s just me? Perhaps I’m the mistaken one?
Anyway, I’ll keep you posted on Project Contain Craig’s Crap. I hope it has a happy ending. Otherwise, you might hear a story on the news of a Virginia housewife who, in a fit of maniacal, clutter induced anger, threw her husband’s netbook, work papers, ipod and watch out the window because she couldn’t take the pile of flotsam and jetsam on the floor any longer.
I don’t want to be on the news, so let’s hope for the best. Shall we?