*M turned 2 this week. I can't believe how grown up she is. She talks a lot now. Last week Hubs went out to mow the lawn and M wanted to know why he was wearing decrepit clothes. I told her, "Daddy is a hobo." Today we went out for our weekly mommy/daughter date at a sit down restaurant. The waiter asked her where her daddy was and she said, "Daddy's a hobo." I would have explained if I hadn't been laughing so hard and shooting coke out of my nose. He didn't ask anymore questions. I made her this cake for her birthday. She wanted a purse. Seriously? Okay, I do not have mad cake skillz, so this is as close as I got. And no, there was not a weird pink rectangle on the cake. Her name was actually on there, but Hubs doesn't like me putting her name on my blog, so I humor him with my mad paint skillz.
I think M humored me when she looked at this cake, because that's a sad looking purse, but I'm not Duff Goldman. It tasted great, though, because I can bake like a fool.
*I LOVE yard sale season. It makes me happy inside. There is a certain happy switch inside me that is not flipped until people start selling random crap out of their garage. I hit a yard sale up this morning and came away with these beauties:
YES! 1928! My favorite!
I got all the jewelry for 10 cents each piece, and the earrings counted as one. So 60 cents, people!!
And I got this great trifle dish for $2.
That's about the extent of what it takes to make me happy. Cake and secondhand junk. I'm not that hard to please.
