Alpha's truck broke down. Not the easy fix broke either. There's a tournament every other weekend
The real stresses of my day though (hang onto your hats, this one's a doozy), are chocolate molds.
Kiddo wants a chess cake for his birthday, you see. And while I was able to experiment and create a cake that is checkered inside, I wasn't able to try the board and pieces because I didn't have the molds.
The molds arrived yesterday, and I have serious doubts about the squares--they aren't separate! It's like one big huge square with lines, which simply won't work for a chessboard! Alpha seems to think that we will be able to cut them out, but I have my doubts...
Did I mention that my kid is a pain in the ass and not only does he want 12 points worth of pieces on the cake, he wants it set up in checkmate! I'm too busy obsessing about whether the board itself will actually work or not to be overly concerned with that at the moment...If I can't set up a checkmate with that many pieces, I shouldn't be playing the game.
The chocolate experimentation begins today.
My hormones are doing what they do best--reminding me that, while they consistently
It's not helping my general confusion.
Owned, what's that? Seriously, he's going to beat the snot out of me if I don't get a handle on my attitude soon...
But wait! February is a new month, and I still sound suspiciously like it is January. I don't know why I get like this for the entire month before my birthday. Every. Single. Year.