Ok, don’t look at me like that.
Stop it. I know! I’ve been on….leave? Or let’s call it pre-leave.
Well, you try growing a baby in your belly while being repulsed by every smell (every single smell) you encounter and bake and act like you like it. Try it. Dare you. PS. dont’ mess with me, I have hormones.
Here, I made this. So….
And its’ Gooooouuuuud. It’s brought to you by Christmas and Ms. Martha Stewart. And the letter B.
Christmas because I got a butt/boat load of baking supplies and a smantzy camera for Christmas and Ms. Stewart because she thought up this swirly bob. And I’ll get to ‘B’, just hold on a minute.