There was a tournament out of town this weekend and ExH wanted to take all the kids and have a boys weekend. Ok, sounds cool and they'll all havc fun. Plus, I was planning on trying some new cake recipes I had found and this way I wouldn't have little people up my butt asking to when it will be ready and yada yada yada.
DH took this in an entirely different way. He took as it he was going to get all of his kids so they can all spend the night...yup, including Redface Magee.
Oh joy...just what I wanted.
So, Friday I get all the stuff to do my baking Saturday. I told DH that was what I planned on doing even before I knew my kids were leaving so I didn't want anyone bugging me when I'm trying this out because I've never made these before so I have to pay close attention to what I'm doing. He said no problem.
Saturday morning comes around and DH wakes me up with breakfast. Nice little surprise. He went and bought donuts and breakfast sandwhiches for everyone. The morning actually didn't go to bad. dPPP still hates my dogs, but I'm pretty sure she's not their favorite person either. I still told her that no, I will not be keeping them in a cage all damn weekend because they have not done anything wrong. DH actually backed me up.
Now comes the afternoon and I'm iching to get to my baking experiments. I get all my stuff out, the bowls, mixer, decorating bag, and the tips and start.
I get the first one baked and it smells really good. DH is the only one who has come in there to bug me about when it will be done, but it was more in a joking way. So the cake is out, on the tray, it's cooled and ready to be iced. That's when the shit hit the fan.
I get the icing spatula out, get my bags ready and the coloring. I go to get my icing and open it. WTH??? It's empty. Surely I would have noticed if I had picked up an empty container when I was shopping. But then again I was in a hurry and had alot on my mind. So, I grab the next jar...empty. Ok, I know I couldn't have made that mistake twice and it's not like alot of people go to grocery stores and eat the icing and put the jar back. I had six icing jars...all were empty. As I'm getting the last jar out to throw away I see my sprinkles. I usually have a bunch, all colors and different shapes and sizes. About 8 things of sprinkles...all empty.
Then I kept digging, our coco...all gone. My honey, there's about 1/4 of the bottle left. I look in the fridge. My soda...all gone. The little gogurts I get for the kids...all gone. And I shop at sams club so most of this stuff is in bulk. The cherries I had gotten, gone. I open the freezer, a cheese cake that wasn't ours is gone. It was from the school fundraiser and it belonged to a friend of DH's who hadn't stopped by to get it. The icecream...gone. I look back in the pantry and the specialty dog cookies I got for the dogs are gone. I only got four, one for each dog and they're made by a dog bakery, looks and smells like cookies with icing but is all good for dogs. ALL FOUR ARE GONE.
At this point I am so pissed off my hands were shaking. I told DH about it all. He asked if there was a chance my kids ate any of the stuff.
No, they wouldn't eat the cheese cake because they knew it wasn't ours, they've never wanted to eat dog food before and they were with me when I got them and knew that those cookies were actually dog food. The icing I got last night when they were not here and the sprinkles...I guess it's possible that they could shaked some on their tongues but when I put the icing up last night I saw the bottles, and they weren't empty. They know better than to drink my sodas and I got the cherries last night too.
And of course none of his little angels knew anything about it. They were all sitting on the couch while DH was trying to figure out who it was and all promised and swore that it was not them. They would never do anything like that. DH even turned to me and said "I do believe them. They know not to lie to me. And they all promised."
Ok DH, I looked at his darling little babies and said.."All of you, stick out your tongues" Which they all did. And there he was...caught red tongued. Redface Magee. Once DH told him that he could tell from the color of his tongue and the fact that reeked of frosting he finally confessed to it.
He waited till every one went to sleep, and then ate any and every thing that was sugary he could get his hands on. DH found out he had stayed up until 4 am binge eating and playing video games. DH spanked him, grounded him from everything and did it do any good?? I don't think so. We were woken up about 1am Sunday morning by Redface throwing an absolute fit. He was in his room all day and did not see me install the pad lock on the pantry or the chain and lock put on the fridge and freezer. So, after the talking to grounding that DH swore would work, he was going to eat everything again.