Milestone

*As this is my 200th post, I felt like I should do something special. But rather than making the occasion one that could be enjoyed by all, I ended up just rereading the oldest posts on the blog. To myself. Quietly. Except when I laughed out loud (which was frequently). Two-hundred posts ago I had just changed my major from architecture to English, I was in a quagmire of a relationship with the Anti-Sean, and I was planning on getting a cat soon and naming her either Bianca or Brooklyn (hi, Layla!). Humor me, if you will, and read the maiden post to commemorate this joyous event (and maybe laugh a little, too).*

Wednesday was my last day at the bookstore, and it ended up being profoundly more upsetting than I'd expected. Maybe it was because my manager (aka: Wonder Boss) gave me a hug goodbye, or maybe it was because everyone kept telling me to come back and visit, or maybe it was because my other manager told me he'd miss me and my work ethic (HEY! someone noticed!) but I got a little misty-eyed as I left. No one in that store called me by my first name alone--I was identified by last name as well (even though I was the sole Sarah). This information isn't terribly relevant, but I'll miss it more than most things about that job and I want it on record.

After work I slipped right into the Susie Homemaker role that suits me so well and whipped up a batch of cupcakes for Sean to take to work:



Followers of my Facebook "Cake-folio" will recognize these flowers as the ones I used on the Mother's Day cake. I ended up making waaaay too many for that cake, but I wasn't about to throw two Anna Hathaway movies' worth of flowers in the garbage, so I recycled them with this White Chocolate Strawberry cupcake project (quite right, dear readers, that's not frosting on top, but rather melted Ghirardelli white chocolate).

At first Sean was sort of hesitant to share these cupcakes because they were pink with purple and yellow accent flowers. But then he ate one (two, three, FOUR!) and decided he didn't want to share them because he wanted to eat them all himself. I told him he could stash as many as he wanted as long as they didn't end up in my apartment because when it comes to desserts, my defenses are permanently down.

Hope you enjoyed the anti-climactic 200th episode, loyal readers. I said it in 2006 and I'll say it again: there's more to come, you can be sure.