fried brains and strawberry cake

My house is filled with the most conflicting odors. My MIL, badge wearing member of Satan's minions, is another year older. She does not realize how truely unpleasent she is. I feel bad that we didn't call her for her birthday so i'm baking a cake. It's a strawberry cake and it smells HEAVENLY!!! Some dog just pissed on the floor and DH used bleach to clean it up. My nose hairs are fried and my brain is hazy... Strawberry cake.... Bleach... Strawberry cake... Bleach... ARGHH!