I had turkey burgers tonight. The kids--and the DH--have been obsessed with them lately.

When my daughter tells me she hates me I'm going to eat a whole cake myself.

Dang, I guess I'm the only bad mom here because my kids said they hated me when they were toddlers.

Dang, I guess I'm the only bad mom here because my kids said they hated me when they were toddlers.

Oh good lord, no. Both of my kids have tried hating on me in their younger days when they didn't get what they wanted and were trying to hurt me.

I think I said something like, "What a mean thing to say! I love you and I will always love you. Quit being an asshole."

If we go a month or two without an I Hate You screamed at me, that is a notable. The cake would really not work here.

I haven't read the cake hate article, but pretty sure it would have brought a lot of laughter in my family. My nephews have uttered the hate-you thing to be met with a deadpan syrupy sweet-sarcastic bubble-burster. Hell, I've recounted here before how my mom, thrown a "I hate you" when I was in my early teens, met it with a factual "I love you but I don't like you right now" and after I came off my drama, I got it. I still get it. There are people I've loved who I don't like for periods of time. It's complicated.

But I will state that I do hate the bug bites on my knuckle and inner wrist. Nothing to love or like there.

But cake would be nice. What if it was just a cake for you msbelle, and it said "The Nicest"? And then you could prove it by giving a piece to mac.

This is hilarious. My kids are watching Yo Gabba Gabba right now. Seriously?

Ginger, thank you for the rubbing alcohol trick for stretching shoes! It feels like it is going to work very well. I'm wearing my thickest socks with the shoes right now (to help with the stretching), and I can tell they've loosened up.

OMG how did I live this long without the concept of Mall Ninja?

::sigh::

I am trying to convince my sister that an entire anecdote in Lucida Calligraphy will look like a wedding invitation, but she is just not feeling my Futura stylings. I think we're sufficiently far apart here that the twain will never meet.

She's doing a big surprise party for her best friend's 40th with anecdotes as place settings and foofurrah. In September is her destination 40th, ten of her nearest and dearest at a beachside villa.

I am statistically sure I did nothing for my 40th, because I know I did nothing for my 41st and 39th, and it wouldn't have occurred to me. My family members, on the other hand, seem to think your 40th is when you're old enough to make people spend hundreds of dollars just showing up to celebrate. I have a cousin that had a Manhattan weekend that we couldn't even afford to attend in full. We just made it to the black tie soiree that capped three days of events.

This is pretty much an I Hate You cake in terms of my ability to wrap my brain around it. I get that other people are totally into it, but not actual empathy on my part.

OMG how did I live this long without the concept of Mall Ninja?

Ha! You probably know at least as many, if not more than I do...

My family members, on the other hand, seem to think your 40th is when you're old enough to make people spend hundreds of dollars just showing up to celebrate.

My family does this randomly. But my 40th was me flying down to see family and then managing to get a fantastic picture taken with my niece that made it all worth it. I like my way better. Everyone else expects people to come to them.

Which reminds me that my sister is going to be 40 next year and that's going to be something sucktastic even if nothing is planned yet. If it's better than the experience of my brother's surprise 45th this year, I guess that'll be enough.

None of that was useful, I realize. Lucida Calligraphy will look kinda like a wedding invite.