Simon was/is working for the eleventymillionth weekend in a row ... which is, of course, something for me to complain about.
Sebastian pulled a Julia on me and decided to be a need monger all day.
After spending 68 exasperating minutes getting the kids ready for a walk-run-walk and shuffling out the door it started to pour (just water--- no felines or canines that I saw).
And the tornado sirens went off, the power went out, and the sky turned black all within the same minute -- scaring me almost as much as invisible predators tend to do.
So ... you know ... just one life threatening crisis after another. Unroll those eyes, please.
Anyway ... before the threat of the descent of the Great Chastisement ... I channeled my inner Betty-Martha-Giada long enough to pull Julia away from the glow of Netflix and enlisted her always helpful help to make these Buckeye-esque things -- or "cake" -- according to the bakerita extraordinaire . . .
2. health nuts
3. "touch it" (chocolate)
Sunday is going about eleventymillion times better than Saturday. Thank you for wondering.
ps thank you to Ana, Kayla, and Cari for kindly e-mailing me at some point during the delightful day. Mucho appreciato the adult interaction.