a hibiscus out of fondant! (For my aunt's surprise luau cake)
Keep on scrolling, these are the failures.
|tried to shape. nope.|
|Do you like to stop in the middle to entertain me? nope.|
|Built inside the shot glass. . .finally!|
|Dom made and flew this duple plane while I worked. It's safe to say Dom is doing this 9/10 times, actually.|
Insert motor sounds.
|promised pepper prints|
One hour after my last post - after I composed the last sentence of it - I strolled on over to pick up Sol at 3:30. I was actually going to get there at 3:25. Patting my overachieving back, I got to my sister's to drop off her girls and found out it was over at 3:00 and they were trying to reach me. So, I don't get an A . . . despite my generous-to-self grading.
Dom composed and sang a lovely little shower song the other day:
I'm really nakey,
a nakey, nakey bottom.
I'm really stanky,
a stanky, stanky bottom!
I'm not usually a fan of the bottom and naked talk, but since it was topical, accurate, and catchy, I'll allow it. And sing it next time it fits, probably.