Lydia and I were about to start baking and Shane grabbed the camera. Later on I looked at the photos and laughed. There she is. The perfect housewife. Making muffins with her daughter to share with the rest of her family and neighborhood. You would never know that just hours before, she threw a dust pan at the wall in total exasperation at the baby who would not go down for his nap. Or that she had to actually toss the Easter candy in the garbage disposal to keep from drowning her frustration in chocolate. Nope. For all you know, she is the perfect mommy and wife.
And I am. Exactly 27% of the time.
And in other news:
Other perfect housewives: I made the yummiest meatloaf on Sunday. I added a variety of bell peppers for a little added flavor. Found the recipe over at one of my favorite cooking blogs, The Sister's Cafe. Check them out and tell them I sent you. :)