Jessie makes glorious pinatas, six foot long dragons, The Eiffel tower, alligator wizards driving convertibles, you name it, elaborate pinatas all of the fucking time. I have done paper mache, but have never made a pinata in my life. So I thought with terrible foreshadowing “How hard can it be?”
I first realized that I was a mom that swore a lot many years ago as the Elf Prince was learning to talk. I was in the kitchen and dropped a spoon. hearing the clatter my 13 month old looked over at me and helpfully supplied “FUCK!”.
There is a dark path that leads from the intersection of lonely SAHM and excessive produce: Canning.