Just in case you thought my life was perfect in every way (I know you do), I wanted to show you what went down today, Friday the 22nd of April.
100 mini-cupcakes for a book signing tomorrow:
Butter softening and stuff sitting out for two Easter cakes, to be picked up tomorrow:
The extent of my Easter decorating has been to haul down the stuff from the hole in the ceiling in my Barbie bathroom that leads to the attic. Who put that guitar there?
A drifting balloon from Valentine's Day behind piled up cake boxes and a cheap version of foosball, some cucumber seeds:
Oliver, getting free rein with the iPad for one thousand hours. You're going to ruin your eyes, young man!
Sophie, wondering why I'm bothering her because she's perfectly happy hanging in her room and listening to music:
I never do this, but my bed is unmade:
The perpetual calendar stuck on some ancient day, but since it hangs in the hallway, on the side of a bookcase, I gaze into Marcello's eyes a hundred times a day.
Someone didn't make his bed:
Still life with poodle:
(and I didn't tell you about the seizures because they are just part of the whole shebang, as was the trip to Pasadena to Sophie's weekly appointment with the speech pathologist and iPad guru). Now I've got to go make some frosting for those cupcakes.