long time gone...
So I have given up my dreams of being a crafty princess like so many of my friends. I just don’t have it. I swear, I have the drive, I just don’t have the mad skillz. See, it would be different and I could accept it better if it were just that I wasn’t ever gonna be a ballerina. I am practical enough, that this conclusion makes sense to me. Great big bum, itty bitty toes, I don’t see a lot of on pointe pirouettes in my future. But geez oh pete, why can’t I finish that baby afghan or perfect my cupcake decorating talents?
Carm’s birthday was this week, and I so wanted to give her these cute little lady bug cupcakes. I researched the idea. I found lots of cute, artsy little lady bug examples. I did test runs on icing coloring. I made Justin eat more cupcakes than I think he has ever considered eating. I even put on my brave coat and made my own frosting from scratch so that it would color easier. And yet, there I was…sitting on the ottoman, hunched over the coffee table…promising to never attempt even the slightest hint of crafty project again. Justin, who was too tied up in INXS: Rockstar (I know can you believe Mr. Noble-I-Don’t-Watch-Junk-TV watches that??!??), to really pay attention to my incessant whining, but I have reiterated the vow to him in the days since.
That is a pic of the cupcakes.. one person said they looked a little like basketballs from afar. A little girl on the elevator asked me why they had spiders on them...wow.
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Here, leetle girl... Eat my deelicious SPIDERCAKES! Mwuh-hah-hah-hah-hah-haaaaa!!!! Oh, wait... It's not Halloween yet.
They don't look like spiders or like basketballs. They look taaaasty.
But I like to eat ladybugs, too, so don't go by me.
No, I'm kidding about that, obviously, but that reminds me of one crazy thing: my little neice Diana came up to me and told me, "I ate a ladybug! ...it tastes like hamburger."
Now I find myself wondering. What kind of scary-ass hamburger does her mom cook, anyway?
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