Rant about my mother: part deux.
I’m a bad daughter.
Came downstairs to find my mother icing a secret birthday cake.
For me.
Tomorrow is my birthday - I’d forgotten.
And no, I can’t bake birthday cake, or any cake for that matter, becuase I don’t like cake, therefore I haven’t learned to make them. Gah. Bad daughter.
*mental note - Learn to bake. Be grateful. Listen to my mother.