My kids are at that Why-can’t-we-have-a-dog stage. It might be nice (I’ve never had a dog), but friends have told me it’s like having another baby. And I’m so glad the baby stage is past.
Sometimes you feel yourself getting worn down, though. Like an ice cream cone slowly melting, leaving big chocolate rivulets.
3 comments:
I worked on my parents for years... no dog. Chocolate rivulets sound awesome, btw.
No, your cakes sound awesome, even crushed.
I'm going to make my olive oil cake this weekend for a "ladies luncheon" my mom is throwing, but it's easy compared to what you do...
thanks for continuing to read.
K
Thanks for writing this.
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