Life, Death and Cake.

Today is bittersweet in a sense for me. It is my dad's birthday and I love birthday celebrations they make my heart happy.
However I also woke up to the news that Leslie Nielson passed away. There was something about his twinkling eyes that made him seem approachable, he was like a grandfather type, gentle, happy and safe. I am very sad to hear of his passing and have realised the world is a far less sparkling place without him in it.

However on to happier topics, even though I'm in a slightly mopey mood.

Thankfully during moments like these I have my family to cheer me up, no matter what's going on in my life they can always make me crack up, my favourite story happened a few months ago, with me, my mum and my sister. It's what's affectionately known as NUTELLA GATE

I'd recently moved back home and was trying to fit back in to the swing of things, it's a very difficult thing to do when you've had your own house, your own schedule and your own space, so one Sunday evening my mum goes up to have a shower, she comes down with her hair all styled and we all go in to the kitchen to make a snack. I decide that I really fancy Nutella on toast. If you've never had Nutella then you've missed out I tell you, it's chocolate spread with hazelnut. It tastes like the chocolate you get in a ferrero roche. It's delicious!!!

But my mum is a freak of nature, she loves ferrero roche, but she hates Nutella - madness.

We're all mucking around in the kitchen when mum starts the fight by splashing water at me, so I playfully push the piece of bread with nutella in to her face, it hit her on the nose and we laughed a lot. However I'll be honest, I, as usual took it a step too far.

I pushed the piece of bread right into her face, and she went mental. I may be a grown woman, but you know the look that mum's give you, well she gave me the mum look and made me cower. As scary as 'The Look' was though, the situation was too funny.

You know when something makes you laugh, but you shouldn't, you really, really shouldn't? Well that situation was upon me. I was completely hysterical and she was FUMING! Mum walked out of the kitchen in a full rage and walked up to her room slamming the door. In our house, that's a proper sign that shit's about to go down.

I turn to look at my sister and she looked and me and for a beat of about three seconds we stood still, not even daring to breathe, then almost at the same time we cracked up, but it was the silent - for the love of god don't piss her off more - type of laughter.

I was doing a whispering laugh, holding my sides and trying to force air into my lungs and not do my hugely loud laugh.

I know that I have to get myself together and soon, otherwise I will make things, much, much worse and I know I have to go and apologise, but I can't until I get myself back together because I'm pretty sure mum will take a swing at me.

So just as I think I've gotten myself together, my sister looks over at me and says "Did you see you got it on her tooth?" And that was it. I was done. I was laughing so loudly and hysterically I knew mum was going to kill me. I couldn't even apologise because It wouldn't be genuine, not at all, I didn't regret any of it. So I did what any brave grownup would do. I sent her a text message.

Luckily for me, three seconds later mum appeared to see the funny side and we laughed for a long time over it.