A few weeks ago I was in an elevator in the parking deck at work. A woman next to be struck up a conversation about work. I ended up telling her that I worked part-time for my job and full-time for Miss O. She began ranting and raving about how she has to work 60+ hs a week to make ends meet. I noticed her dressed head to toe in obvious brand names (come on people, how many Cs for Coach can you wear on your body?!?!?), got into her Yuppymobile, and drove to her "I think I live in a 90210" home.
Fast forward to today. What a yucky fall day to wake up to! So I settled in with a cup of coffee and got my girl a bagel and some hot cocoa. Next came some math time via pumpkin bread making. As I watched Miss O count the eggs, stir the batter, and then exclaim "This smells delicious", I realized how much that woman was missing. So I will continue to drive my 2005 Corolla to my small town, craft and bake with my girl, and think "What a Wonderful World"!!
Miss O and the cast of ingredients
Ready, set, stir!!
TA-DA!!!
Serious Froster
She is her momma's child
Chef O enjoying the fruits of her labor!