Mud

So today we went to the Hunt in New Jersey, otherwise known as the Far Hill Races. We thought we were prepared with our knee boots, rain jackets and other storm gear. However, nothing could really prepare us for the quicksand-like mud puddles. Some poor guy was walking along, when his shoe was swallowed by the mud. Then some other dude was walking around barefoot, as he apparently gave up in the feud.

After a few drinks, things seemed better however, until I caught my brother eating cake from the buffet table. Who does that? Doesn’t he know the only cake out there is mine? I mean really. And I even saw a little smile escape from his lips…as if he enjoyed the chocolate excuse for a cake. Mud is not an alibi. We’ll just see if I make him his favorite dessert….his annual Christmas Napoleon. Serge, if you’re out there reading this…consider this post a warning. It’s Pink CakeBox cake all the way, all the time! hahaha. Tootles!