my heart is a glorious machine;

So, today I baked cupcakes. I spent over an hour baking cupcakes, actually. Basically, this meant that I was running about, flour-spattered, in an apron. And heels, because...I was. Don't ask. The cupcakes, by the way, are very good. They are moist chocolate ones with creamy butter vanilla frosting, and I love them. (Er, too much. I've only had one, but I can't stop thinking about them. Also, I've got to share them with the Family. Alas!) 

Anyway, in order to portray myself as even more creepily domestic, here are the recipes. Because you lot will like them. Seriously. (And if anyone wants it, I might put up my gingerbread recipe, too, because that is also amazing.) Maybe this has got something to do with Mum being pregnant? I have all these weird domestic urges these days, and in the past year or two, I've found myself actually wanting children quite a lot, which is something I've always been vaguely awkward about. (I like children, sort of, but I'm generally terrified of them and have no idea what to do with them unless they're related to me, which somehow, mysteriously, makes it all easier.) 

Anyway.

I think I'm going to go hide in my closet, play the Like very loudly, and write angst-fic until I feel properly teenagerish again. :p

So here I am in the Minas Morgul Funhouse, also known as the Abode de Meholick. Mrs. M is, you see, the Witch-Queen of Angmar (my mother is the Dark Lady Sauroneena, and ths has been going on since Sarah M and I were ten and eleven, respectively), so her hom ei snamed accordingly. Except that now we are living in their former home, so I suppose the old Minas Morgul has been upgraded to the Dark Tower? Something along those lines.

Well, I am sitting here feeling immensely and cheerfully exhausted, fulll of minty chocolate cookies and carrot cake cupcakes, listneing to the little girls watching Cinderella across the room. Did I mention that I am quite utterly happy, even amidst three girls under the age of eight who somehow manage to seem like fifteen? I love all the kids, though; Sarah and Hannah are almost-fifteen and just-thirteen and seem awfully older, and we hobnob splendid-like; Eli, eleven, the ony boy, plays football and piano, which could not be any more awesome; Becca, who is seven, likes to polish my shoes and refers to me as Lady Shelob; Sophie, age five, never goes anywhere without her felt pirae hat (but she is also very girly at times; and Not Quite Baby Anymore Xenia has finally stopped calling me "AAAAAAH" and is suddenly talking, in long, rambling, pacifier-muffled sentences, and I have no idea how or when this happened.

Father Jack Sparrow (who really is a priest--Eastern Orthodox, which means he can get married and have children, as he has so obviously done) has been working most of the day, but he is a great fan of Monty Python, and tomorrow night, I will finally get to sit in on a family viewing. (Monty Python is funnier in groups. Seriously, watching it with my dad is way funnier than watching it all alone.)

Did I mention that my mother bought me MINTY CHOCOLATE COOKIES? My life is now complete.