This weekend, Conrad and I went down to Rhode Island to visit his parents after our trip to Montreal got canceled. Everything was too fancy, including the cupcakes we made for his parents.
Punk Rock Park.
My Pastry Shoes ad.
Cliff Walk.
BooBoo wasn't having our attempts at the epic ocean gazing close up.
Fancy people get their vines shaped into animals.
I wish we were fancy people, for that reason alone.
Cupcakes we made for his parents. And speaking of which, we stopped at Michaels and got a cupcake caddy, eight reusable pastry bags, a few frosting colors, a package of couplers, and four new kinds of pans, including heart shaped and mega-muffin. We're getting there.
And his parents totally hooked us up.
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In case you hadn't heard yet, Peter, my manager, who has been in the store for a little over six years, was fired on Friday.
All I can say is please be patient with me. I feel like I'm going to be a crazy person for awhile because of this. I take this job so personally, and I want to do everything in my power to make sure that things go alright.
I just wish that things would finally straighten out. Whenever I think things are going to settle again, they pull the rug out from under my feet. It's wearing me out.