It’s all fun and games until the house burns down.
If you look on the stove behind the ice cream scene, you’ll see the honey (in a plastic bottle) I was trying to decrystallize sending smoke signals. This is what happens when the bottle melts to the pan.
And while I’m feeling confessional, Brielle is half naked because she just dumped my cup of coffee (cold, thank goodness!) all over her beautiful snowflake dress.
And that cup of coffee contained the last of the French vanilla creamer.
And I had already cleaned up Brielle with the Tide-to-go before she and Dada left for church.
And I cleaned up two Abbey accidents. She slithers out of the doggie diapers every time.
And now no coffee!
On the bright side, it gives me blog fodder.