I came home on Tuesday, with Kyle in one arm and a bag of groceries in the other, and I dropped both in the dark kitchen, ran to the bathroom and then went in to visit Mike who is laid up in bed with a thrown-out back.
Kyle wanted juice five seconds later, so I walked into the kitchen, finally flipped on the light and screamed. (And scared my son, who started crying. Oops!)
But it was a good scream! A THERE'S A KITCHENAID ON MY COUNTER scream. Funny, screams don't scare your kid any less when they're brought on by a thing of sheer beauty.
Mike went in on this gift for me with a handful of other people, and they all deserve baskets of baked goods from me (and they shall get them!) but he picked out and hunted down the color himself and put it on the counter alone (with a thrown-out back and everything!) and he went from making my birthday fabulous to OMG BEST EVER.
I did give up sweets for the next 12 weeks, so the timing is a little funny, but did you know in addition to baking up a storm with your KitchenAid, you can also make out with it?
Learn something new every day!
Who wants to come to my baking party in 12(ish) weeks?