I'll go widcha. afterwards we can secretly stop at one of those posh cupcake joints.
Don't stop at a posh cupcake place. I'll bake for y'all. You know I can make anything...
I'll go widcha. afterwards we can secretly stop at one of those posh cupcake joints.
I have now typed 3 different responses to this thread. I mean, in this one post. And didn't post them. Because I'm not paying attention to what I'm saying, so I've ended up with something about drunken elves that can't clean properly, burnt breakfast, exploding vacuum cleaners, trains, hantivirus (that is TOO a word!), and I can't remember what else, possibly the stick of butter that has been stalking me. I dunno.
It's sad that all that stuff is more interesting if I don't explain any of it.