I spent today running (27 minutes without stopping! Bonus: I returned to my car with no evidence of a black-out homicide, although I have reason to believe that I accidentally willed a child to wreck his bike!), figuring out PTO money stuff, ironing out some freelance, shopping for dinner, and grabbing the supplies for cake balls.
Check it out.
What you see here in my weirdo wrinkled hand is a test tube full of bone sprinkles.
The rescue agency who allowed us to adopt Scout is having a bake sale this weekend.
I’m bringing cake balls. With bone sprinkles. (If you’re in St. Louis, the sale goes from 11-3.)