Sunday, December 11, 2011
It's baking weekend.
Mom and Bill have left the building.
I'm not sure if that means: A) after thirteen years of baking weekends, they finally trust that we won't burn the lodge down; or B) they can't stand to watch us messing up the kitchen and they just had to leave; or C) they can't stand to watch us messing up the kitchen and they hope that we burn the lodge down so they don't have to see the kitchen.
I'm an optimist - I say it's option A.