Sometimes... being both silly and sassy... makes me uproariously happy.
You know the FRIENDS episode where Rachel smokes? In that episode Monica throws a party and puts Phoebe in charge of only cups and ice, because Monica is ... well, Monica. So Phoebe, knowing she's being slighted and side-lined, does what Phoebe would do - goes overboard with the cups and ice. There was shaved ice, pebbled ice, crushed ice, dry ice... then cup hats, cup garlands, sculptures, you name it.
In our first grade class it seems that the mom with the adorable kid, who is allergic to peanuts - is the only one allowed to make cupcakes for the class. I don't know why, or how it was decided, but there it is. However, these aren't from scratch cupcakes - these are the from a packaged, processed frosting kind of cupcakes.
(side note - I also found it weird that at the beginning of the year we got a list of approved food - all of which were pre-packaged, chemically messed with "food" er...garbage. Even the apple slices were requested to be the chemically preserved apples to keep them from browning... FYI you can use a quick salt water soak to do that - wouldn't it be better to serve a kid with allergies whole, fresh food?)
If you know me... I love, love, love making cupcakes - have been playing with them for several years now. Simply because, they're easy, peasy from scratch, taste better and... oh, yes I love to eat them, so does my family. I love sharing with good friends as well ... if you love it, share!
So it actually pains my soul when I'm not allowed to bring them to class.
For my 6YO's recent class play they asked for packaged rice krispie treats and oreo cookies. I first offered to bring cupcakes - but was immediately shot down. So then I said I would bring rice krispie treats - but I'd make them - I had to alert the mom with the kid with the allergy... who swallowed a fly - that sentence just had to go there... rhythm and all.
So since I got clearance to make rice krispie treats, let's just say I was giddy as I decided to add a touch of Phoebe to my rice krispie endeavor.
It makes me happy when I find myself hilarious, with a touch of smart a$$ dolloped in... it must be the 12 year old boy in my head who is giggling his head off.