I am pleased to report that the door man arrived at 10:00 this morning. Five hours later? New door. And, because it’s a small world after all, I learned that he also vacationed in Jackson Hole over the summer. (He did it the hardcore way—with camping supplies. We went the route of delicate flowers. We all put our pants on one leg at a time.)
The library just called. My copy of Cake Pops is ready to be picked up. I reserved this book nearly six months ago, and it’s arriving just in time for me to leave on our trip. Here’s hoping I have time to put together at least one batch of balls before the weekend. (That link doesn’t sound like it’s totally safe, but it is. Gutterhead.)
Harper is intrigued with the process of creating three dimensional art. And I need to make dinner. So that’s all I’ve got for today. Cake balls!