I can't find my husband! HELP!

*REWARD*

Missing husband

Age - Early 30's

Height - 5'11''

Weight - 165 something

Hobbies - sports, sports, crossword puzzles, sports, Twittering, sports

Last seen - on Oct 5th at 9:00 pm laying on the couch. When he disappeared, I found this strange person in shiny shorts in my kitchen.

Anyone with information is asked to call. An undisclosed amount of money is on the table for his safe return.

So, last night....Shorty decides to bake a cake. No, I am not joking.

And, no, he had no clue I was taking this picture.

Apparently there was a recipe on line yesterday for a chocolate bundt cake made with a little red wine.

When Shorty wants something....he gets it right then. He will not wait. Never has. Just how he does things.

So, if I wouldn't have been home with a sick kid since Friday....he would in some way have talked me into making the cake for him.

Being the smart man that he is....he didn't ask and he made it all on his own.

The last time Shorty cooked anything without my help was in the first year that we were married. He had a job where he was home at 330 pm. I got home at 730. And, I was the one who cooked dinner. Yes, I know....crazy. So, one day I casually mentioned something that it would be nice if he could help out with dinner some nights....

So, the next day...I came home to frozen corn dogs (cooked of course) and nachos. By nachos, I mean some chips on a cookie sheet with shredded cheddar cheese. Yum. Are you drooling yet?

In the interest of my pre baby waist line....I thanked him for the dinner...and never complained again. I went back to cooking.

So, Shorty stepped up to the plate and made a cake. It was good.

I do feel sorry for him.

As most of you know....well....any of you that cook....how incredibly infuriating it is when a baked good does not come out the way it should.

The anxiety was building for Shorty as he inverted the bundt pan on the plate to remove his glorious chocolate concoction from its shell.....and there it was.

Half the cake in the pan....and half the cake on the plate.

He was mad. I felt his pain. The icing stains on my ceiling are proof that I too have lost my temper in the kitchen....

So, I showed him how to cut it, arrange it on a plate and decorate with powdered sugar.

Yum.

So, while I doubt I will see this person in my kitchen in basket ball shorts again anytime soon....it was nice while it lasted.

Well, kinda. Our kitchen is kinda my space and it makes me a little crazy when people are banging my stuff around.....but, I guess it is his stuff too.

I love cakes by Shorty.

Have you seen my husband?