My One-hundred-and-sixty-first Post

Last Friday we took my nieces and nephew miniture golfing and then to McDonalds for lunch. They were very excited and began chanting "Happy Meals!" for a bit. After a while it morphed into "Happy Nuggets!" (because the Happy Meals we had ordered were of the chicken nugget variety). When they realized that we weren't going to stay and eat at the restaurant, though, it suddenly changed to "Sad Nuggets." They repeated this phrase about a billion times on the drive home.

A few days later, my nephew tripped and fell (as most young children are prone to do from time to time). He landed on his posterior and immedietly excalimed: "BUTT! Owwie Nuggets!"


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Bwahahaha!

My One-hundred-and-sixtieth Post

Actually, I almost made it on. And by almost, I mean, he ripped my ticket and let me past the Very Official Door guarding the little walkway that lead to the airplane. And then he called me back. The cabin door had been closed early. Thirty seconds too early. And so, while one agent was yelling down the passageway for an explanation, the other gingerly motioned me back into the airport proper. Probably afraid I would refuse to come. But it was not his fault anymore than it was mine. Now I'm sitting here. And the whole time I've been sitting here, the little restaurant/bar next to me has been playing Billy Joel songs nonstop.

My One-hundred-and-fifty-ninth Post

Pictures of Everything: Installment 3

From what I've heard, the weather in Provo today is pretty dismal. My sympathies. Arizona is gorgeous and warm and sunny today.

My One-hundred-and-fifty-eighth Post

Guys, mini is always better. Trust me.

I've always had a love for all things dainty and small. Even in kindergarten, I used to dig through the crayon bin to find the small slender crayons instead of the fat ones. When I would set the table, my place had to have a little salad fork instead of the larger dinner fork. I would lust after those mini ice cream cones (you know-- the ones that were only like 4 inches tall). If there was something big that could somehow be made smaller, I wanted it. I've gotten over that somewhat, but every once in a while the preference for all things little pops up.


Thus you can imagine my excitement when I discovered my roommate owned mini cupcake pans. I could make mini cupcakes! Little mini ones! I have a feeling I will now be making cupcakes a lot more often than I have in the past.