The other night Phil and I got into an argument that left us "taking a breather" in opposite rooms of the apartment. I remained in the bedroom at first, but then decided to run to the kitchen for some kind of comfort (chocolate, skittles, oreo's, WHATEVER!). Well, it turns out that my darling Phillip had the same idea! When I walked into the kitchen, there he was - slamming the cupboard door with a grin and staring at me with vanilla icing on his face. Haha, and so we opened the cupboard back up, removed the lid of the icing jar, and dipped our fingers in with a smile :)
I mean it. He just sealed the deal. Anyone who can master the 'two finger frosting' skill is top drawer....in my humble cake-addicted opinion. Phil: officially, welcome to the family. xo
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