Have you ever watched that show on TLC (or maybe A&E?) about hoarders?
Just like an hour of people being amazed at how much stuff someone can accumulate and fighting with them about how, no, they don’t actually need every newspaper printed since 1989?
Here’s a secret: I can’t bear to watch Hoarders because I’m terrified that I will become/already am one.
Oh, man. Last week, you guys.
Forgive our extended absence. It was hard to muster much of a positive attitude with all the crazy happening in the world. Joking about our complete inability to act like adults felt a bit inappropriate.
But! The week ended with a little bit of closure and with some good old fashioned heroics (of the law enforcement as well as normal people type). And now we’ve found some extra brain space to bring you some goodness!
By that I mean, this is Kate. Putting off studying for finals.
Yep. We’re getting savory and (somewhat) healthy(?) up in here. And I’m not even the doctor in this blog partnership!
The good news is we’re gonna counter the quinoa and the kale with some cheddar cheese. (See? Not the doctor.)
There’s nothing to counter the savoriness of this. But, if necessary, chase with ice cream (like I did).
Well. It is official. I have decided I’m done spending money. I will instead be revolutionizing the world by re-introducing the barter system.
Amazon would like $49.00 for that external hard drive? How about instead I send them this lovely cake stand I never use?
Apologies that we’ve fallen into a habit of only posting once every seven days over here.
I had planned on getting this recipe up for you on Friday. And then on Saturday. Obviously, I didn’t succeed.
Wanna know why?
I’m currently suffering from a severe case of The Tomorrows.
When you’re a baker, you want to make birthday cakes for everyone.
Seriously. If I could live my life in layer cakes, I would.
Apparently, when you’re a baker, you also assume everyone else has basic baking essentials to make this happen.
As I learned this weekend, they don’t. Seriously.
Blogger’s block.
It’s a thing.
I’ve been sitting on this cake for two weeks because I can’t think of anything interesting to tell y’all. I mean, the cake is interesting. Obviously. But I also operate under the delusion that y’all come here to read about Hannah’s and my crazy tics and embarrassing stories too.
And I can’t think of one for you!!
