Still baking - yesterday it was Snickerdoodles, today is Oatmeal Everything/Leftovers cookies, and tomorrow may or may not be Peppermint Filled. Depends on if I'm still in a funk (I am - not unusual) and how much flour I have left. I think I kept a farm in Kansas solvent this year with my flour consumption...or use, since I mostly just bake the stuff and give it away (I love the way my house smells, and I enjoy the baking, but if I ate everything I made, I'd have a nine-hundred-acre ass instead of my now-forty-eight acre ass).
So this post is a little light on content, but I figured the picture would make up for it:
I am mum to a fourteen-year-old evil genius son (of course, I may be biased) and the clever and beautiful force of nature, six-year-old Sprout. They and my cats conspire to deprive me of sleep and sanity on a regular basis. I live in Redneck Central with my kids, cats, and Someone. I call our home "Casa de Crazy" for a reason. It could be because I'm nuttier than a Claxton fruitcake. I have a foul disposition and the manners of a troll. What's not to love?