Off goes a huge bag of cake, candy, and cookie not-so-essentials. Jonathan and I took cake decorating classes way back when, and it was a fun creative outlet for a while, but it's not something either of us has much inclination to do anymore. I'm not sure why no one ever believes me, but Jonathan was actually better at it than I was. Friends have referred to (nay insisted upon) how he only took the class to be supportive of me, but that wasn't the case at all. For some reason, it's okay for a guy to be artistic, but not if he does something edible with it? Discuss gender politics in the space below.
Okay. Well, I kind of agree with some of your points. We kept most of our stuff, so we can still pimp the odd birthday cake, but we raided the kitchen and decided on a case-by-case basis how likely we were to do other projects. Wedding cake with 80s-syle columns? Not very, even though the cake itself would be very. VERY!! Remember Heathers? Never mind. We assembled a bag of donatables, and exported the tools we'll only use once a year to the art supplies section of our office closet, thus freeing up room in our cabinets for a few of our less-than-weekly appliances, THUS making room on our counter for the cookie jar I so desperately want to buy to organize our dog treats. Organization is kind of like Candy Crush Saga in that way. DO NOT LOOK IT UP. IT WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE. Byeee.
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