It’s Christmas Day and I *still* can't have a peaceful morning. Smoke just had a "brilliant shower thought" about whether stick figures dream in grayscale or color... right while they were trying to help me frost these holiday cookies. 🙄
Long story short: there is currently more flour on the floor than in the bowl, and I'm pretty sure I saw a spark coming from the toaster. I swear, if I didn't love them, I'd leave them to deal with the kitchen grease-fire alone. Merry Christmas, I guess!