I do not like travel mugs. I don’t like the way coffee tastes out of them. It takes on a very uncoffee like flavor that takes away half of the reason for drinking it. But I really like the way my husband looks at me as I walk out every morning, 3 bags loaded down with far too much crap, a purse, car keys dangling, and a coffee cup filled to the brim covered in saran wrap. I do not like gummy candy. I don’t like the way it gets all stuck in your teeth. I just like to watc
This was one crazy week. And seriously, if my fingers were cakes, I would have mousse and buttercream dripping all over my pretty Sunday dress. Lucky for me it’s Monday. I made ten cakes this week. Granted, as I write it now, it doesn’t sound like much. But if you were in my movie… Saturday of the week previous to my craze, I had only three cakes scheduled. One wedding cake on Thursday, one crazy Hawaiian themed cake for Saturday, and one baby shower cake for Sunday. B
Neighbors are a dying breed, don’t you think? Yeah, you say, if I live in a neighborhood I have neighbors. No, that just means you have people living next door to you, around you. I am talking about people that you actually like, that you don’t mind knocking on your door for a cup of sugar, or brandy. Someone that can see you at 6 pm on a Sunday, in your pajamas, still hungover and not judge you. And will still have no problem with you watching their kids! Those are the
I have been trying for a month to write. I was doing so well. Every week I was blogging (and yes I still don’t like that word!) And then it stopped. You know I was even thinking of doing another blog where I could spew off even more random stuff than here. And then it stopped, too. So I have been trying to think of what happened. Brainstorming if you will. Could it be from the stress of a gorilla sized raccoon relieving himself in our pool? How do I know? Because it ain’t #1!