I Think I've Spoiled Him

This week, I've been really sick with a cold that morphed into a nasty upper respiratory infection. Coughing and hacking, fevers, ears full of fluid - the whole gamut.  So I was a little less than thrilled to get an email reminding me that I had offered to provide baked goods for the reception after LadyBug's Wind Ensemble Spring Concert.

But, with some help from The Boss, I got it together and provided a pretty tray of Oatmeal Cinnamon Chip cookies for the kids and their families to enjoy after the performance. I skipped this concert because I figured I'd probably sit in the lobby for most of it, coughing my fool head off. So I sent The Boss and Baby BlueEyes off to deliver LadyBug to the auditorium and the cookies to the cafeteria.

When The Boss got home, they were all full of news about the concert. Who squeaked their reeds, how hard the music was, how long the concert lasted, and the food. OH, THE FOOD.  Apparently, there was a ton of food spread out all over the reception area.

And The Boss could NOT get over the fact that our cookies, and two other trays were the only home-made foods in the whole spread.  Everything else was in a bag, a deli tray, or a bakery box. N@bisco and K**bler had a strong showing. Garish-colored frosting abounded.  He was shocked. He kept going on and on about the bags of cookies and the "fake icing" on the "over-sized" cupcakes (that were really "more like cakes than cupcakes!").  He really was utterly surprised by it all.

I still don't think he's over it this morning.  I think I've spoiled him.  Scratch that. I KNOW I've spoiled him.