Sometimes when I am stressed I take myself to a very happy land of pink tufted banquettes, herbal tea & sour cream coffee cake.
For some odd reason a schreechy squeely little voice usually always wakes me up from my little daydreams.
Then I really do make coffee cake except I don't eat it on pink tufted banquette seats.
I'm still content though.
Even if I am sitting on the floor with five little doggies.
Now the crumbs won't hit the floor as hard.
Less distance to fall.
Speaking of crumbs....
If husband were to be gone a 3rd weekend in a row I would have to revert to saying "crumb bum"...like I did when I was a kid and something didn't go my way.
Husband is home now and all is well.
2 weekends alone is torture.
"Oh crumb bum". (that one was for you sissy)
For coffee cake recipe go here.
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