Anticipation

June 26, 2012

in How to be a Housewife

I’m sitting here, playing it cool. Tweeting about my baklava, acting like all this anticipation I’ve built up is truly just about that gorgeous moment when it comes out of the oven and I finally know that I haven’t burnt the shit out of it and will have something delicious to gorge myself on come tomorrow.

By the time this posts, you’ll have heard that side of the story.

Assuming you follow me on Facebook.

Or possibly Twitter.

(If you haven’t, well, babes, you don’t know what you’ve been missing….)

And I know you all thought I was tweeting in anticipation of that first mouthful of gloriously honeyed goodness that can only come from a handful of toasted nuts and cinnamon tossed between buttered pastry sheets and drowned in the nectar of the gods.

 That is what I told the Big Man I was drooling over.

Although, had he been a little less “let’s celebrate the end of this week by drinking all the wine by myself” and a little more “whatchya up to, staring at the front door, darlin?”, he may have caught on.

Although its good that he wasn’t. He’s already a tad jealous of how much time I spend with the UPS man. Especially considering at least one of our children has blonde hair – a trait neither of us naturally possesses….

So to see that the twinkle in my eye was directed more in the direction of the front door than the oven door, well it may have put him over the top.

And, I’m sorry, but I just don’t have room in my schedule to bail him out right now. At least not until I’ve finished the baklava.

But don’t worry….

The UPS man brought me a little somethin’ somethin.’

And as soon as my inner nerd stops swooning, I’ll be sure to schedule that bail run right in!

{ 3 comments }

NSC June 27, 2012 at 10:16 am

Dude…I’m DYING over your baklava for the second time. Quit posting pictures! Unless you figure out how to make gluten free baklava. Then post as many as you can. :)

Angela Lynn June 26, 2012 at 8:50 am

No worries. I’m on a first name basis with my UPS man (Mike). He knows when we’ll be out of town, I know when he’s out of town. He stops by to pick up bread that I’ve made (even if I don’t have a package being delivered). It’s all good!

Liz June 26, 2012 at 8:02 am

What planner is that? It looks Mom Agenda-y!

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