Muse Bakery is Back

....though I really want to change the name to pupcakes bakery. Anyway, it's a cupcakes-for-a-cause setup.

Anyway, I'll be knee deep in cupcakes for the next ten days, and you know what? I LOVE IT. It is so nice to have something to keep me monumentally distracted. I need it terribly- what with my anxiety attacks, IBS, and general malaise. Unfortunately, the only thing that tastes or sounds good is chocolate. Boomer is doing so much better today. He only had to wear his cone of shame for a few hours, but he looked so pathetic and miserable I just took it off and kept a close eye on him. Moxie helped take care of him too, and gave him lots of kisses. Two days after his surgery, he tearing around the house like a mad man. So much for little to no activity for 14 days.... ya, 14 days. You heard me. 14 days for a terrier. Right.

I realized today that I only have two, count 'em, two shirts. Both very hot and not appropriate for weather that is easily 20 degrees hotter than Bremerton. Curiously, I have no socks either, and my sister isn't too keen on sharing clothes. Looks like I'll be off to Ross tomorrow. After I brave the suburban jungle, I hope to have plenty of time for a hike. My little brother and I go, and it is the most freeing sensation on Earth- to climb a mountain and revel in a masterpiece only the Creator could make. Yes, I must make time for a hike.

My little brother making a survival bow.