Dear N,
Blame my father, a wonderful and very talented man whom I love dearly, but a lover of all things corny, mostly jokes.
I had one of those crazy days that involved some negotiation, a lot of freaking out, a little bit of crying (luckily not me), and two frenzied trips off site to do some damage control. Thanks for the reminder of why we do what we do five days out of the week.
I found this picture:
It's a herd of sugar sheep that I piped about a month or so ago. I think I blogged about the cake but didn't post any pictures. These are the sheep, sitting out to harden. The recipients were delighted, being sheep farmers and planned on taking a couple of the sugar ones to show the real ones. I wonder if they got eaten, the sugar ones that is.
Anyhow, we've got the air conditioner going trying to keep cool in this 89 degree heat, 32 degrees if you're not American. If you ask me, it's too hot, but I suppose no one is asking. At least Monday is over.
Hang in there,
T
Blame my father, a wonderful and very talented man whom I love dearly, but a lover of all things corny, mostly jokes.
I had one of those crazy days that involved some negotiation, a lot of freaking out, a little bit of crying (luckily not me), and two frenzied trips off site to do some damage control. Thanks for the reminder of why we do what we do five days out of the week.
I found this picture:
It's a herd of sugar sheep that I piped about a month or so ago. I think I blogged about the cake but didn't post any pictures. These are the sheep, sitting out to harden. The recipients were delighted, being sheep farmers and planned on taking a couple of the sugar ones to show the real ones. I wonder if they got eaten, the sugar ones that is.Anyhow, we've got the air conditioner going trying to keep cool in this 89 degree heat, 32 degrees if you're not American. If you ask me, it's too hot, but I suppose no one is asking. At least Monday is over.
Hang in there,
T
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