I made these bad boys for the Officer’s police department the other day. I made a total of 24 and sent 12 with him. That my friends was a terrible mistake because for the last two days those son of a bitches have been callin’ my name like a bottle of wine. Long story short, I had two yesterday and two today. STOP THE MADDNESS. So so good for my taste buds yet so terrible for my ass. I mean, I’m not a cupcake fan—not even a chocolate fan if you can believe that, but there was something about these that just kept them mysteriously jumping in my mouth!
Max is back home tonight, in the bed next to me snoring–ahhh, what a lovely sound. You know, if people didn’t know me and where a fly on the wall during the package exchange (me picking Max up from mom and dads) They would be convinced I beat the hell out of him! He throws the biggest fit, crys the biggest tears and acts like I’ve gone sideways on his ass when it’s time to come home. He’s three, I know. He’s grandparents are cool, I know. They allow him to get away with more than I do, I know. But, it does kind of hurt my heart. He’ll say things like, “I don’t go with you- I stay at the castle with grandma (yes, the castle that’s what he calls their house)
I feel like screaming, and just why the hell did I miss you again! Yes, it’s only temporary. He is back to lovin’ momma within 30 to an hour of living my parents house (kind of a long time don’t ya think?) My dad, I guess was able to read the sadness on my face as i was striping Max into the car seat said, I use to be the same way with my grandparents. I never wanted to leave.
So let’s fast forward to midnight. I’m in a king size bed filled with angry birds, flashlights and some kind of weird gun and a snoring three-year old. I don’t think I’d have it any other way—even if he does hate me when my parents are around. (insert my mother’s voice: oh honey he doesn’t hate you–we’re just awesome!)