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Isn’t it ironic…


Taken at a BP Gas Station.

 If that didn’t make you laugh, you need to loosen up. 🙂

Speaking of oil spills… my finger is healing nicely from last night’s incident. The whole story is… I was running out of thinned icing, so I thought I would squeeze my thick icing into my thin icing so I didn’t have to make any more. It was taking to long so I was going to cut the tip out of the piping bag so it would just glob on there. I just got a brand new knife set and apparently these knifes are a lot sharper than my cheap-o set from Ikea. Long story short (no story is ever short if I’m telling it), I sliced my thumb open. Brent attempted to bandage it since it was bleeding everywhere (not in the icing) but I ended up having to do it myself. He gets an E for effort.

Speaking of knives, Brent and I are driving up to Nashville in a couple of weeks. Guess what. We are going to take the puppies with us! Well, actually, that’s still an argument. I’m sure I’ll win, though. It’s going to be super fun locked in a car with two rowdy puppies for 800 miles. 🙂 Can’t wait!

Peace out! (haha)