It's cold. Like Bone Chilling Cold. Like 12. Degrees.
("I want my mom!" said in whiny 2 year old voice)
In order to avert my attention to the icicles forming around my nostrils I turned to baked goods and bubbly.
That's cake. In a mason jar.
And mini champs. Seriously?
All wrapped up for my home girl's 30th birthday which so happens to also be
our Annual Vermont Weekend
I'm planning on handing these out on our Sleigh ride.
But just as you are about to get jealous, just remember..
So we're even.