After rolling out some fondant and making a mess of the counter, I decided to clean up. I grabbed the sponge and started wiping when I hear Brad yell, "Smile!"
I look up to see he has his phone pointed at me, taking my picture.
"This is such a momentous occasion, I figured I needed to capture it for posterity."
(I get it, I don't clean much. Thanks)
I didn't make breakfast on Sunday morning, this was the conversation that took place:
Brad: "What are you doing in there, foraging for nuts and berries? You're like a squirrel."
Me: "What?! I'm a squirrel? You just ate glazed walnuts for breakfast."
Brad: "Squirrels don't eat glazed walnuts, that's different."
