Domesticated

Taking a cake decorating class at Central Market this Saturday - super psyched. Maybe I like decorating cookies and cakes so much because I don't EAT them, but at least I can be somewhat intimate with them via icing. (Also could explain my obsession with candles and lotions that smell like cookies.)

And then Sunday I am going to attempt to cook. Cooking for one is such a beating, but I guess I've got to learn sometime. Worst case scenario, I give myself food poisoning and drop a few lbs in the process. (Actually, that's NOT a worst case scenario after all.)

All I need now is a knitting class and I'm good to go. Straight into the 1950s.