I feel a bit awful right now. My mom and I spent Friday morning making my husband his favorite childhood dessert. (She made it and taught me as she went through it so I could make it at home going forward.) It’s the only dessert he ever wants and ours has been sitting in the fridge waiting for him to arrive.
Stephen is visiting family, specifically his parents right now while I’m in Northern Michigan. Guess what his mother is making him? Apple cake cupcakes. FML.
So much for any surprise I’ve been mentioning to him in text these last few days. Oh well.
The girl who mistook her chair as a pulpit for the soles of her shoes 