This time I did not giggle. In fact a completely primal scream came out of me.
Tomorrow I am having a birthday party for Max and Ollie, so today I spent all day baking. I made chocolate and vanilla cupcakes, frosted to perfection. I put them in my cupcake stacker all ready to go.
Then I went outside to go throw away the trash(why?!!) and came in to find Harper..........
Harper opening up my stacker, I then screamed a scream that resembled a wookie and 36 cupcakes came tumbling down. They were on the table, on the floor, everywhere.
I don't have it in me to bake more.
Is it totally ghetto to just fix the frosting and give it to the kiddos?