the inevitability of it all
It was bound to happen sooner or later.
As most of you know, my illustrious husband and at least one of my sons go to the flea market regularly. Every Saturday morning, in fact, and sometimes on Sundays. We have more Stuff That No One in His Right Mind Needs than anyone else in the neighbourhood, most of it in triplicate. Despite the house bursting at the seams, I put up with this behaviour because...um...I'm not actually sure why I put up with it, I just do, even though there's barely enough room for me any more.
Yesterday the guys found something we didn't have yet.
Gahhhhh! Shield your eyes! It's a giant Kenny from South Park and it's living im my house. This thing is three feet tall and very, very orange and I was truly horrified to see it come through the door.
After much begging and pleading, Kenny got to stay, but only on one condition - the status quo had to be maintained. As the acting CEO of this family business, I sent out a memo to all other family members demanding that superfluous crapola equaling or preferably exceding Kenny's volume must be thrown out immediately. They complied and I can breathe again.
So everyone was happy. And what do I do when I'm happy? I bake.
Because there's always room for cake, right?