When everyone else is on facebook at work, I’m at home baking.
That generalization is, for the most part, grossly true. I don’t believe I’ve told you about my (f)unemployment.
I’m a seasonal worker. Thank the Lord, because I don’t think I could handle working all year round. I whole-heartedly respect everyone who does, because to maintain my sanity I need an off-season. I’m blessed that the man in my life can provide for me and my baking addiction, although I’m pretty sure he doesn’t mind that I do, well, most things around here. I don’t know how people get it all done at home while working, because you do not want to see our house in the summer. Disaster.