And I'm making cinnamon rolls. Seriously, there is something wrong with me.
We're having a V-day potluck at work, and we're all supposed to bring something red, white, or pink. I was planning on red velvet cupcakes, easy peasy. Unfortunately, 4 of the people in our 12-person department were ALSO planning on cupcakes. So I said I would do cinnamon rolls. I mention this to Redneck on the phone while he was coming home, and he says "Oh, can you make some for me to take in too? I'm supposed to bring treats since it's my birthday." Then he says he needs 2 1/2 dozen.
Then the girls hear I'm making cinnamon rolls, and they want some. So I have been making 5 dozen damn jumbo cinnamon rolls since 11 pm. They're mixed, rolled, and cut, rising for the 2nd time. Shortly I will start baking them in shifts, and then slathering them with awesome cream cheese frosting with orange zest. His will be "normal" and mine will have pink-tinted frosting and little hearts. This is a whole lot more project than I was counting on. I'm napping/nesting in between.
People had better appreciate these stupid things. ![]()
Re: It 2 am *incoherent vent*
Aww Wendi you're such a good mom/wife!
The other day DH told me at 7 at night that oops - he was having a potluck, I needed to make something for it. I told him he could pick something up at the gas station the next morning. Wendi = Awesome. Rachel = mean!
DH knows better than to ask me last minute cause I'll pull a 'Rachel'-and I mean that in endearing terms
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Yeah... now that we are lacking in the having tons of females work here department... we don't do the cake, dessert thing. Although, I'm sure the guys would eat whatever was brought in!