No Contest

A semi-embarrassing fact about myself: I am veeeeeeery competitive. But only when there is no actual competition. An illustration:

This is my contribution to the Washington Elementary Spring Carnival cake walk.







Yes. I know the vast majority of moms are going to pick up a tray of brownies from Hardings, and that is normal.

Yes. I realize I just want attention.

Yes. I have tried to convince Josh that my obsessive behavior is cute. And no, he was not convinceable.

But see, here's the thing. Here are the things that are not going to be said to me about this cake:
-ugly
-stupid
-yucky blucky
-IEP
-neurological damage
-PTSD
-RAD
-ADD


And THAT, my friends, will be blissful.