The party is still going, but we’re running out of appetizers. Fear not! I grab the bottles and the spices and the knives, and I get ready to save the night.
I feel like my knife-juggling is enough entertainment for the night, really.
Too bad no one’s really watching.
I’m having fun anyway.
Oddly enough, people start swarming around me only once I’m done preparing the petit fours. Even Naomi. Et tu, Gram!
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 