Tuesday, February 9, 2010
In a wildly inappropriate movie that I'm not even going to name because I'm so ashamed that I've actually seen it and also do not recommend you see, a character watches his kids playing in the yard and laments, "I wish I liked anything as much as my kids like bubbles."
Me? I don't seem to have that problem. My thing is I get too easily excited over trivial things. I enjoy things too much. Everything in my life is bubbles.
Last night I bought one of those mini muffin pans at Walmart. Dear heavens, I was psyched. So psyched I was up until midnight making little baby cupcakes and cooing at their teensy, rounded tops. So psyched I told all my coworkers about it this morning.
"You can make like a hundred cupcakes with one recipe and they only cook for like 10 minutes and they're daaaarrrling!"
"Yeah, Kim, we know what mini muffins are."
"But, they're so itsy-bitsy! I filled them with a tablespoon! A tablespoon!"
"Yep. That's cool, Kim. Uh, next up on the meeting agenda . . . "
For me, mini muffin pan = bubbles.
And the other day I bought some high-fiber, low-sugar oatmeal and was so surprised it was actually tasty that I couldn't stop chattering about it.
"Mmmm! This is good!'
"This is delicious!"
"This is the best oatmeal I have. ever. had."
"Oh, man. Mmmmm."
For me, tasty oatmeal = bubbles.
What do you like as much as kids like bubbles?
Posted by Kim at 11:34 AM