Birthday Cake

My husband is in the kitchen right now making me a chocolate cake from scratch. Scratch!

I'm not allowed in the kitchen. Ok by me.

Then he asked me about the two containers of sugar in the pantry. I asked, "May I come in?"

I showed him that one was stevia and one was regular and how I put the word on the top of the container. Yes, I rolled my eyes silently. Lol

Then I saw the brownie pan on the island. I asked, "are you making my cake in this?"

"Yep"

Oh dear do I tell him and make him pissy or do I let him find out the hard way? So...

"Babe if your recipe calls for 2 8 inch or 9 inch round pans but you don't want it to be a layer cake then you have to use the 9x13 pan."

I turned my cane around and got out of the kitchen as fast as I could while he mumbled things under his breath.  I said, "I hear you"

"No you don't, you can't hear anything ever"

Ah, ok he's right.

"Nice try", he yells at me.

I commenced to my ugly chair and will await cake.