I just licked the bowl of batter of the cake I'm making for a wedding in 2 weeks (I'm freezing and flying it to Cali). Holy crap, that is going to be some amazing cake.
I stayed up 2 hours later than I had to the other night interneting around because David made me angry by telling me to come to bed so I didn't come to bed. Yes, I am 5.
I really hate flakey people. A lot. More than almost anything. Seriously.
In two weeks, in the span of 18 days, I will have done 8 cakes, an order of cupcakes and an order of sugar cookie-pops. Oh, and one of those 8 cakes will be 4 cakes for a wedding in Cali. Yeah, I'm insane.
I forgot my Dad sharpened my chef's knife and sliced open my finger while cutting up a watermelon tonight.
I just ate an entire tupperware of watermelon.
I get out of breath at climbing one flight of stairs.
My husband has gone on more man dates than wife-dates in the past month.