Wow-last night..mixed maple pound batter-friend came over-dropped off her two kids. Put batter in oven-made bagels, cheese and pepperonis for 6 kids. Made butter cream frosting-dog threw up something yellow with grass in middle- cleaned that up (yes I washed my hands), rolled fondant-loving husband decided to put my "long-awaited" air condit unit in the kitchen window at this time, Xana and Anden came in with Penelope and Sade (the ducks) and had them on the kitchen floor. Anden's friends showed up. As pouring the sugar in the measuring cup, the whole lid popped off and sugar went into the baking powder, then all over the counter and floor-CLEAN UP....all the kids wanted more bagels. The teens wanted fried french fries-got them out and in the pan. I have a glaze of sweat layered over my epodermis-the air is not in-YET. Thunder-lightening--one of the kids is scared to death..he was ok though. Well-2am in the morning-making gum paste flowers and painting a BMX biker on the cake-to God's glory, all alone, house quiet-having the time of my life.

8 kids in the house-one sexy husband and a friend staying over...and I can fry it up in a pan...

What do you think about me starting a hand-painted cake business--