Remember I told you that my sister Indescribable is pregnant?
Well, I did (see last post).
And not only is she pregnant, she's very pregnant.
Ahem... Inadvertantly paraphrasing Gillian Taylor in Star Trek IV there.
Anyway, I went to see her a few days ago, and, amongst other things, she told me that she was going to make a chocolate cake for her husband's birthday on Sunday. I could scarcely believe it! Normally she's so lazy that she gets me to do it. But not this time. Hooray!
Or so I thought.
It turns out she really is lazy. So lazy, in fact, that she deliberately increased her blood pressure to get herself induced on Thursday night so she wouldn't have time to make the cake, leaving me to do it after all! Honestly, the things people do to get out of doing something else.
So, after rushing out to get the required ingredients, I shall be slaving over a hot Apocalypse Oven this morning then decorating the blasted cake this afternoon. Bang goes half my weekend.*
* Probably literally if Inexcuseable's Apocalypse Oven is anything like my old one was. Wish me luck.