Apple cake.

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.

Dogs… everyone’s best friend.

Not a picture of Franki, but true none the less.

My parents have a ridiculously sweet 18 month old corgi pup named Franki. Of course over the last week I’ve given her several nick names. Franki Beans, Frank and Beans, Frankenbeans, Frank, Francis, Francine, Ham-hock, Rump Roast…

She’s been a very welcome addition to the family and good companion. She’ll even sleep in my bed with me… if my parents aren’t home. (She know her people.) But she’s warming up to me and loves to play. She also loves to cuddle, or what she considers cuddling. It’s mostly just laying on you slightly awkwardly or maybe up in your face. Oh, and she will only do that when she feels affectionate. Don’t pet her when she’s cuddling — she’ll take off. Even though young, she knows her corgi mind and what she likes and dislikes.

Bottom line? I like her; she’s a sweet dog and another bright spot I’ve found. (She just won’t play nice for my camera because she must not like paparazzi!)