Muffin and I took over my parents house while they where away, for most people it would mean a party but we baked and had dinner. We are out of control. This is a chronicle of our adventures.
In my mind I was playing house, wanting to live together.
This was on the fire place. I guess my mom likes to be toasty while she types her memoirs. Also, I imagine her smoking a cigar if she used this.
Our dinner guest.
"Like father like son"
High five! On the face.
How fifties am I? Baking in a dress!