As ever, my boys came in from their parties at school so high I could SMELL the sugar on them, and when I said, "Hey look what mommy made today!" they gave me a pitying look, patted me, and proceeded to go outside and run off the buzz, presumably.
So I have to share with you nice people. If I'd wanted someone to oooh and ahhh over my art and sewing and cooking, I should've had a girl. Too late now, because THAT ship has sailed.
Anyhoo, on to the pictures.
And because I like to keep it real over here, let me show you a few that didn't make the cut.
This one fell apart during the dipping process. I tried to salvage with more candy coating, because really, now! What CAN'T be fixed with more candy coating?
Apparently him. He looks like Frankenheart.
How about a pretty white heart with pink icing drizzled prettily over the top and OH, YEAH! A BLACK STAIN on it. No, thank you.
How about a pointy-eyed, creepy smiling heart? Nothing says I love you like one of those.
One of each flavor of heart blobs with more blobby stuff drizzled over the top so they look like... blobs. Happy Blobentines Day, y'all!
Last but not least, a heart that my five year old nieces could do better than. And OMGOODNESS look at that pasty, white alien hand. Makes you hungry for cake truffles, huh?
Day 8 without Aidan. Going into serious withdrawals.