Seriously: between witnessing/being subjected to mounting traffic violations (and hearing about huge sponsored parties for cyclists breaking the law), my hot water heater breaking and flooding the basement, and my sandwich rolling off my desk, opening up wide, and falling onto the floor in the worst way possible, I was having a bad freakin' day.
What else could I do? I had to bake a cake. I've been meaning to for years, but tonight my only recourse was in the oven. Now, I've never baked anything before, and my wife has a confrontational relationship with cameras, yet I baked a cake and she took pictures. Enjoy.