It’s nearly midnight and I’ve been weirder than usual. Saturday was not a good day, it was one of those days I would have gladly erased out of the timeline completely. Which might have been why I decided to do something random. I wanted to end Saturday on a high note. So at about 11.15 I made some cakes.
Tomorrow they’ll become Mister Men and Disney Princess cakes for a friend’s little girls party. I like making cakes. I don’t like eating them very much but I sure do like to make them.
Does that make me strange? I’m okay with that.