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And I'm completely in love with it. I have a very creative, thoughtful husband. To say the very least.
But sometimes, when we're making cookies, he unexpectedly throws flour in my hair:
Which obviously means I have to get him back:
And I obviously got him way better than he got me. There may have even been a smudge of flour on his ear for the remainder of the evening [that I conveniently neglected to tell him about].
We did, however, manage to get some flour in the cookies and they turned out delicious. [Deliciously? Meh. Whatever.]
In closing, I would just like to show you these pictures because they make me giggle.
Trying to post like mannequins. Naturally.
We occasionally try to be sophisticated museum people, but the truth inevitably comes out.