
Day 104 of Spring Break.
I think the guard is becoming suspicious…
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Plans are in place. Only one more day before I am free.*
I’ve tried to hide my growing excitement. I still swear like a drunken sailor whenever I step on crayons in the yard.
I only hope I didn’t give it away earlier. Boss Baby was playing in the rec room. There’s this scene where the kid is grounded—his bedroom is his prison. When the kid’s talking, wizard alarm clock tries to grab a shank to make a break for it, I about died laughing!**
Man, if that isn’t a sign I need to get out of here, I don’t know what is.
It wasn’t always this way; I used to have a life.***
Okay, so maybe casing the Gem and Mineral show isn’t the act of a repentant criminal, but can you blame a gal for seeking any kind of distraction when serving a life sentence?

All I want is a little clarity…cut, color, and carats! And what do they give me? False hope diamonds!

Breaking rocks in the hot sun would be so much more pleasant if we were hunting out sparkly specimens that look like dragon droppings!

When I get out…I might even try my hand at a little fancy re-marketing. No longer will I be the chauffeur who slavishly drives the ‘Boss Baby’ wherever his heart desires. No! I will be the wild, carefree road warrior women envy and men want. (Hey, if we’re going to fantasize…)
I will hit the interstate for places unknown. I will decide my fate. Or, at least, I won’t default to Highway 196 and exit 41 as the corrections officer insists we take every time we do roadside clean up.
My parole hearing is coming up, so I baked the warden a mini devil’s food cake. I know…shameless pandering.

I even invited the corrections officer to supervise so he wouldn’t suspect anything.

I have to say, they didn’t turn out so bad–for prison food.

After slaving away for, like, forty minutes, we have a decent product, if I do say so myself.
The warden scarfs the thing down and I ask him, “So, wasn’t that fun?”
You wanna know what he said?
“No!”
There’s no respect in this joint. No loyalty. None.
That’s why I’m oughtta here tomorrow. I’m gonna Easy-Bake my way into my own ‘early release.’
This time, I won’t forget to put the file into the cake.
Asterisk Bedazzled Footnote:
*…to have a nervous breakdown.
**True. This happens. In a movie about a baby there is a reference to a shank. And I did laugh loud enough to be rolling on a floor except movie theater floors prohibit that kind of enthusiasm.
***Okay, that’s a stretch. Only Webster’s would call what I do on a daily basis, ‘having a life.’
__________You’ve read this far bonus:_____________
In case you wondered how it is I–an adult with a boy-child–have an Easy Bake Oven, here’s the story behind the best Christmas present I ever got.
This is a blog post I wrote before I ever became a blogger. Posted on The Green Study–who is to blame for giving me my first taste of fame and is responsible for my continued life of blogging crime:
It’s A Wonderful Easy-Baked Christmas

Having been home for 10 years straight, but off and on for even longer, I never struggled with school breaks — BUT there were those times where it would rainstrorm for days and no one could go out, and I’d run out of money to take them places — and they almost drove me crazy!
Easy bake ovens are one of those things I never wanted and sorta can’t even about. But you look happy with yours, so whatever works, I say 🙂
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I like your way of writing… As a man, school breaks make me suffer financially only! 😉
The picture made me hungry already. Bon Appetit.
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We suffer financially as well. Easy Bake portions for a dime bag worth of cake mixture costs more than an entire boxed cake mix. It’s called Easy Bake, not Easy and Cheap Bake!
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😉
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I always wanted a Chatty Cathy. *sigh*
Glad to connect the dots between you and Michelle! And I love the “happy ending” thanks to your sister-in-law.
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The wild and wooly backstory to our friendship is one I cannot tell without permission. Some secrets should stay that way!
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I loved my Easy Bake oven! Man, I would totally hit a vat of cake batter warmed by a light bulb right about now….haha
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The sad thing is it takes 16 minutes per cake so it takes nearly an hour to fill up on the little sugar bombs.
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Yeah. With my life at the moment I’d be tempted to stick a straw in the batter and call it a smoothie….
You know you don’t need the special mixes, right? 3 T regular cake mix + 1-2 T water or milk. DONE.
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Yeah, but then I’d make a thousand if the lumpy disks, and who has that kind of time? But thanks for thinking of my wallet! One of us should!
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Thinking of your wallet but less our waistlines…. 🙂 CAKE IS LIFE
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Well, you are obviously not a primary teacher or you would be jumping for joy at the sound of day 104 of Spring Break, sounds like heaven to me. 🙂 Enjoyable post, I always wanted a easy bake oven, happy for you.
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It is never too late to own an overpriced plastic box with a lightbulb in it! Run right out and buy one; your inner child will thank you.
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lol
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