Knife of doom

This is a great Knife.
However, it should only be used for it's intended purpose--CUTTING BREAD. It should NOT be used to attempt to open a package of shredded cheese, however impossible to open that package may be. It is worth the extra two minutes you may have to spend searching for a scissors to save your fingers from the certain doom they face at the hands of this knife.

(Today I sliced my thumb (and half of my thumb nail (yes, literally half (straight down the middle)) open with this brilliant knife. I still love the knife. But MAN, does my finger hurt. Oh baby.)

(That was a lot of parentheses. Sorry. I just have a lot of thoughts.)

(And yes, I realize that it is not the Forschner-Swiss Army corporation's fault for my own idiotic knife usage. Sometimes my own lack of common sense astonishes me.)

Have cupcakes, will travel.

Oh, man. I started this blog with the full intention of posting every day, but here it is, 2 days since my last post. Well, In my defense, I'm Dorabella in Così fan Tutte right now and rehearsals take up what's left of my life after homework....bah, excuses. I should stop.
Anyway, yesterday I found some extra time to make some cupcakes to bring to rehearsal for a friend and fellow cast member's birthday. I thought I should share this, because it has saved me so much time and energy. Figuring out how to transport cupcakes is the most ridiculous thing ever (and you usually end up using like 5 different tupperware containers or a box, and then the frosting gets all messed up and ugly...). This thing is a lifesaver. It holds three dozen cupcakes and they don't bump into each other. It's amazing. People generally laugh at me for owning it, but they get over it once they eat a cupcake.



Last night at rehearsal, a friend said to me "Man, Renee, you're gonna be the best mom." To which I responded, "Or...the best opera singer. With a passion for cupcakes."
Either would be fine with me. Hopefully both.