Yes – I do have a list.

And make no mistake – it’s a real list.

And once on it – that person is on it.

It doesn’t necessarily mean it’s going to happen – but – if it does happen, then hey, they were on the list.

My list is called, “People I Want To Punch In The Face”.

Have I actually punched anyone on this list in the face?

No.  Of course not.

Not yet.

But it doesn’t mean he or she won’t get punched in the face at some time.

That most likely won’t happen – but I do reserve the right.

They are on that list for a reason.

The list is called, “People I Want To Punch In The Face” with the emphasis on the word ‘want’.

Now, were the list to be called, “People I Am Absolutely Going To Punch In The Face”, then I’ve have to be more selective.

But for now, I’ll keep it, “People I Want To Punch In The Face.”

People that read my blog might know me, or they might be complete strangers.

If you are a complete stranger, then you are safe from any face punching by me.  I have to keep my list in a realistic form, so that it could actually happen if I felt the urge strong enough.

On the other hand, if you know me personally, then you might be on the list.

Kind of makes you wonder huh?

Now, the “list” is not written down on paper anywhere.  This list is also not on my laptop.

See, were anyone that would be on my list actually get punched in the face and the police know I have this list, and the person that got punched in the face were not able to provide a description of the puncher, then I would be a credible suspect.

I can’t allow that to happen, so my list is kept in the deep dark recesses of my mind.

And, once on the list, you are on the list for good. 

Sure, we might have exchanged pleasantries, and perhaps you might have walked away feeling good about the interaction, but make no mistake, once on the list, there is no being removed from thew list.

The list is good for eternity – and beyond.

You might be asking yourself, why am I just now talking about this list?

Well, an addition to the list was just added.

Yes, a new person has, in a way, annoyed me.  And that person might need to get punched in the face.

This list is not long.

No, far from it.

In Fact, there are very few people on the list.

I don’t want to give a clue as to the #, but I’d give you a hint that it is in the 8-12 person range, so let’s say 10 people to make it an even number.

But this new person might be #11.

And, who is this person?

Well, and here’s the kicker, I don’t even know this person’s name.

And it’s a local person too – ain’t that something.

Charlotte is thriving in her Freshman year of high school.

One of her classes she selected was Culinary Arts, which in itself is cool.  She doesn’t realize it, but she’s leaning math and fractions and learning how to follow a recipe, which is a life skill of learning how to follow step by step instructions.

Pretty cool right?

BUT – and follow me here, SON OF A – she’s baking things seemingly ALL THE TIME.

First it was Banana Muffins.

               *Side Note 1 – YUMMY !!!

Then it was a cake.

And just now another cake.

IT’S TOO MUCH CAKE !!!! 

AND IT’S GOOD TOO.

Lisa showed her the tool that you use to horizontally cut the cake’s rounded top off, so that you can put one cake on top of another cake and have the bottom layer be flat.  And then Charlotte, because she loves me and she knows how much I enjoy the part on the outside that has a crispness to it, saves the top part that has been cut off – and yes, Lisa and I sat right there on the couch and ate every single piece of it – with forks – right out of the pan.

               *Side Note 2 – Judge me – I don’t care – it was good.

But where does it end?

Is there always going to be cake?

This Culinary Arts teacher need to hold off a bit.

I can’t tell Charlotte to stop making cakes, see, I care about her education, and I want her to get good grades.

But there is too much cake.

And with the starving kids in India, I can’t just throw away good cake.

PLUS – it’s actually really good cake.

How am I going to handle there always being cake?

DAMMIT MRS NOT SURE OF YOUR NAME – she just made the list.

THERE IS TOO MUCH CAKE IN THE HOUSE!!!

Screw Marie Antoinette and her, “Let them eat cake.”

I’ve been eating cake.

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