My younger sister Arissa and I are four years apart. It is no surprise that we are different in many ways. But we are similar in many ways too.
We like country music, things in pretty packaging, and glitter eye shadow. We think the word “balls” is hilarious.
Immature? Yes.
But we laugh almost every time we hear it. We often consider ourselves lame and we don’t understand a lot of text-speak. For example, hmu (thinking it was pronounced ha-mu) means hit me up. It is not a relative of Shamu. Okay, so my sister and I are probably the only ones who thought that was funny.
See? Lame.
Anyway, the other day she had a bad morning and to make her feel better I made her some cupcakes. Cupcakes with lots of sprinkles. Funfetti ones. They had sprinkles in them and on them. I had to sift the flour and then… SPRINKLES!
My daughter Thalia was stoked that she got to fold in the sprinkles.
I made 24 mini ones and one that was standard size.
Arbine is a self-proclaimed food geek who is a teensy bit obsessed with baking, blogging at My Shiny Life, and watching Doctor Who. She is a stay-at-home mom and enjoys every stress inducing minute of it. Arbine currently resides in Hawaii with her husband and two sassy bass daughters.
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