Today my apartment was in charge of what our ward refers to as "Sunday Sweets". At ward prayer every week a different apartment introduces themselves, and following ward prayer, the entire ward goes to their respective place of dwelling for treats.
I went home to make cookies at my parents' house.
So there I was, making cookies and minding my own business, when suddenly all the flour I'd just put in the mixer decided to see if it could fly. It was everywhere, all over the countertops, the clean dishes, the dishtowels, and me.
Then my bishop walked into the kitchen, because Mom and Dad were hosting a barbeque. "Hey, Ash," he said jovially, "whatcha making?"
I looked down at the flour dusting my skirt and strewn all over the kitchen, then looked back up at him. And said, honestly, "a mess."
Yes, that definitely seems like something you would do :)
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