Last week I was feeling all sorts of deep and introspective. This week, that is NOT the case. I am in a better place this week. Thank all that is holy.
Sunshine, unicorns, and rainbows, mother truckers. Sunshine, unicorns, and rainbows.
I am like the Jimmy Dean Sausage Sun, only without my um…sausage. It’s the perfect marketing, though. I mean, sausages do *cough*wake up with the sun*cough*. Don’t tell me you never thought about it.
I can’t be bothered with anything unhappy because we are just a mere few weeks away from Drapermas! For those of you who do not know what Drapermas is, it is the premiere of “Mad Men”. It’s the happiest day of the year next to the first day of school. Oh, Don Draper. How I love thee. He fills that spot in my heart where Matthew Crawley used to reside before “Downton Abbey” killed his ass. Sure, the actor is still alive, but I am no more interested in him than I am Jon Hamm. Jon Hamm looks much like Don Draper, but does he wear neatly tailored suits 24/7? Does he drink 2 fingers of scotch at 12pm? Probably not. Definitely not. Sure, Don Draper is also a chauvinistic asshole, but I don’t need him to speak.
no words necessary
It’s the female equivalent of the “bag over the head” joke. Shock collar to prevent him from speaking. I know, you’re astounded by my genius and wonder where you can procure one for your husband.
I found where my happy had gone off to hide, and it turns out it was hiding on my sofa in my remote this whole time.
I cannot speak to the legality of such instruments, only their possible usefulness.
Today’s recipe is a request recipe from ze bestie . If you’ve read my blog for any length of time, you are familiar with my samoa cake. You probably also know that it was early on in this blog, and that the recipe was re-posted without my permission, and I didn’t know what that could do to my blog, so I took no action. Long story short, my recipe, that took WEEKS to perfect, basically *made* someone’s blog. It sent them viral and left me in the dust. I was really angry about this for a long time, and I still am to some extent, because it’s still wrong, but I’ve learned that I still have serious baking chops, and can write a recipe like no one’s business.
I have to be happy with that.
I can also make these for you. Hold onto your pants, because I made