Whoopee

Mike was off today, the first Saturday in a long time, but the poor guy was out of the house for half the day running errands. And where we normally would tag along, Grace and I stayed behind so she could rest.

When Mike made it home, he had a whoopee cushion with him and he and Grace had a blast playing with it. She thinks it's the best toy ever and keeps trying to get me to sit on it so that we can hear 'the dogs barking' (what she calls that lovely sound).

While the two were sharing their love of bathroom humor, I hung out in the kitchen and tried yet another cupcake and frosting recipe. Regardless of how it turned out, I promised myself it would be my last try. I am all cupcaked out. It was fun, but my waistline and thighs can't afford to keep taste testing.