But my bras are in serious danger of a scorching after this.
Below, find my first foray into video blogging, er, vlogging. Enjoy!
OH MY GAWWWD!
I could go on and on about all the special treats this Times-Call letter gifted me, but sadly, if I can gnaw this chain off and get away from the stove I have to get Trey to Pre-K.
Oh, and could this make me feel any worse as a mom? I'm half-drowning trying to keep up with what I'm supposed to do as it is, and now this? A super mom who not only bakes and gardens and all that, but actually means GRINDING FUCKING WHEAT BERRIES when she says "make it from scratch"!??! Holy hell! I need to give up the race. I'm never, ever, ever going to be able to keep up with these alpha moms.