Therapy

After a loooong day, a long week, several full weeks without enough time at home, last night we came home, pulled out the dough, and deeee-cooooom-preeeeeesed.  Aaaaaaaaah.

I did some mama-style decompressing things (okay -- cleaned the bathroom, started some laundry, put on my jammies -- to each her own, right?) to the soundtrack of kids relaxing.  It sounded like this, "Aaaaaaaaaaah."  Can't you just hear it?

It looked like this:

"Look at the splendid cake that Oliver made!"

"Tiny Cakes from Almost All the Countries"

Store-bought or handmade - Dough is Good.