Blurry Christmas

Cat Separation Station

My parents' cats are not too jazzed about Cupcake visiting. Cupcake is on the right, Keiko on the left, swiping and hissing at Cupcake, who is just curious and wants to be friends.

Note the motion blur on Keiko's mad tail.

Cupcake The Yellow-Nosed Cat

Adorableness (and lack of focus) enhanced!

Christmas Cat

From teeny kitten to gigantic chomping monster in one year.

World's Cutest Teapot

I do not drink tea and have absolutely no real use for this teapot, other than to adore it.

Those little wheels actually move! I suppose you could wheel it across the table if you had friends to wheel it to. Which I don't.

Awesome!

World's Angriest Snowman

An advent calendar might cheer him up.

Whoopie Pies!

More like Whoopsie Pies, as it turned out.

I got this kit to make whoopie pies. Here what came in it:

No instuctions were included. I e-mailed the company and got them, no big deal. However here are all the things you actually need to make whoopie pies:

I get that they can't really include eggs, milk, oil, and butter, but then really, this is hardly a complete kit.

Alright, so mix up the cake batter-type stuff with the oil and milk.

Egg it up.

Whirrrrrrrrr and it's mixed.

So here's where it got whoopsed up. The kit says it makes 12-15 whoopie pies. So when I blobbed them out on the cookie sheets I was all "12 blobs. Done and done," forgetting that 12 blobs would only equal 6 whoopie pies. Therefore, I made them way too huge.

So while those are baking, it's time to make icing! Measuring out 8 tablespoons of butter is a royal pain in the ass. Also, the icing mix they provided (along with icing sugar I provided) was seriously and ridiculously runny. It was not usable whatsoever. I had to put in pounds (well, not really) of extra icing sugar, just to make it usable.

Like I said, I made these way too huge. Although, my only real experience with whoopie pies is based on the ones sold at Irving, and they are a decent size. Not as big as these mothers, but still. Anyway, I tried to cut them down to a reasonable size.

Here is one before I altered the icing. What a mess.

Gross. Anyway, evenutally I got the icing to a decent consistency and put the candy cane bits in there and it all worked out okay. Although, I thought they were too sweet. The pregnant lady who ate some thought they were juuuuust right. But you can't trust the tastebuds of a pregnant lady!

And that is that!

Crash!

So I have this glass top coffee table, and the middle piece was being held precariously in place. When I bought it, it didn't have glass there at all, and one of the four metal pieces that was intended to hold the glass in place was broken off. For many years now it had been held in place with a makeshift dealie. Today, that dealie failed.

The scariest part for me involves that red vase-like thing. I'm not sure what it is actually called. I mean, I know it's not a vase. It wouldn't exactly flourish at holding and displaying flowers. Perhaps petals floating in water. But come off it, I'm not doing that. It's just decorative I suppose.

Anyway, I love it. It was my parents and is straight up from the 70s and, I feel, has always been a highlight of my living room. Well, if you can see past the giant marshmallow like wall unit and zebra fur covered chairs, fur rug, and miniature Starsky and Hutch Gran Torino. I love it so much, I actually kept it out of my living room for almost a year, out of Cupcake's reach, until I felt he was mature enough to not go bounding at it and thereby crashing it over and destroying it. So you can imagine the near heart attack I had when this table gave way. But, as you can see, miracle of miracles (my miracle scale is maintained at a relatively low level), it has survived! Look how close it was to being demolished! A half inch in the wrong direction and it could have snapped in half!

That wasn't the scariest part for Cupcake. He was eating at the time. Evidently, the crashing sound alone is what caused his near heart attack.