This week I had the privilege of becoming a baker’s apprentice for the afternoon. A baker’s apprentice/babysitter.

My dear friend Kim and I trade services. She has a hair salon in her home, and so every three weeks or so I babysit her kids in exchange for what would cost FAR more than a babysitter would be paid. Shhh don’t tell.

Let’s face it, Kim ( Read more... )

Tomorrow night is Mark’s birthday. My sister and I are taking him out to dinner at a little Italian place that I suggested merely because visions of movie montages of the three of us laughing and having an uproariously good time while Michael Buble plays overtop were running through my head. I then moved from imagining movie montages, to becoming ( Read more... )