When the housing market tanked and the economy imploded we had to move out of our house. We picked a small little thing that forced me to cleanse my family of unnecessary goods.
I don't like junk around the house. Everything should have a place and those places should not be crammed of things I don't need or use.
So this weekend we celebrated a few birthdays with this cute little heart cake I baked with some white frosting. What better time to get rid of all the random sprinkles I've stocked up over the years. Hand them to 3 kids to decorate the cake.
Bad. Idea. Gone. Very. Bad.
I watched as these three lovable beings of my life decorated this amazing cake but also watched as every little sprinkle went onto the floor.
You might think Sprinkles are like milk. You know, "Don't cry over spilt milk." But then you might not have a floor sprinkled already with water from the 2 year old playing at the sink. Or you might not have bare feet walking around on that floor once the sprinkles bled their dye. Or, better yet, you probably don't have new carpet laid that really doesn't need to be painted blue, red and green.
Yes... all of my good intensions and medication could not stop me from busting at the seems in anger. Not only did I not want the dye on my carpet, I also didn't want anyone watching me as I washed my feet in the kitchen sink!
"Lynn. M&M's next time, k?"
"Or even try candy bars? Less messy."
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