Then we went to the store to purchase copious amounts of flour, sugar, butter, and vanilla for the Great American Bake Sale. (More on that tomorrow.)
Then Cassidy had her photo taken by a photographer from the News Journal.
She cleaned that window for fifteen minutes.
AND she got to sit on the counter. I’ve never seen her happier.
Why is there a photographer in my kitchen?
It’s really not that exciting.
To make it exciting, I am Not Telling.
Are you curious now?