Eat Me, You Shall!

Hah!
Miles wants this cake. I saw the instructions and went, “Dude, I am not an artist.”
“But you’re a baker,” he countered, “you can bake anything.”
Not this, Young Skywalker, not this.

Via GirlFarts.

a letter to mr. krups

dear herr krups,
i am writing to express my extreme annoyance at the design of my (your) espresso machine.
i don’t know the model number, nor do i have my original receipt. what i do have are second degree burns on my thigh from the damn lid falling off the carafe whilst pouring my daily cup of [...]

13.

I woke up at 6:13, made it to the kitchen to make coffee and barely noticed that the water pressure was significantly lower than usual. It’s an old house; someone takes a shower or runs the washer, the rest of the faucets run low.
Then, as my espresso was espressing (right?) I started filling the sink [...]

it’s a good thing i don’t own a gun.

wow, daniel is the biggest dumbass on the planet.
he did something so incredibly stupid, so embarrassingly irresponsible while the kids were with him last month that i’m rendered speechless. aghast. agape. agog.
the fact that he made them promise not to tell me about it says a lot. i’m not sure i’m prepared to talk about [...]

Mad Happy Dance!

My babies come home tomorrow!
I’ve missed them terribly, but I’ve also really enjoyed the last three weeks of relative solace. It’s strange to be suddenly free of direct parental responsibility and able to do Whatever I Want.
Some highlights: A pool party at Joe’s house (he invited me as his co-host…eep). Thomas’ first overnight in my [...]