sweet and sticky.

... like, the STICKIEST.
{and probably the sweetest, too.}

here's how the day{s} shook out:

wednesday @ lunch: renew costco membership

{so what if, when getting ready for the day, i took into consideration the fact that i'd be taking a new costco picture, and did the 100% hair and makeup routine? is that so wrong?}

wednesday after work: whirlwind zip through the f-r-e-e-z-i-n-g cold costco produce aisle.

wednesday @ 8 p.m.: teach temple prep class. good lesson. good.

wednesday @ 10 p.m.: cut fruit. google "fruit bouquets". ignore "fruit bouquet" googling and figure it out on my own. sticky. sticky. wet. juicy. sticky. yummy. sticky. mess.

thursday @ 2 a.m.: bed.

thursday @ 8 a.m.: meeting in sandy.

thursday @ 9:30 a.m.: back to home to arrange the fruit-shaped-like-flower sticks into the hollowed watermelon bowl. scalloped watermelon bowl, that is.

thursday @ 10:15 a.m.: experience my first {and only} fruit casualty.

thursday @ 10:30 a.m.: rihanna and i drove verrrry carefully to the church building. now. i've delivered wedding cakes near and far. i get the whole cautious/precious cargo routine. but.this.was.the.scariest.drive.of.my.life.
fresh-fruit-on-a-stick + pot holes = no good.

thursday @ 10:45 a.m.: the fruit arrives. all is well.

not dressed for the occassion, i slip out the back... missing out on the whole "paying respects" situation entirely.

thursday @ 11:15 a.m.: i arrive at the office, in go! go! go! mode... not realizing until i'm in the elevator that i'm STILL wearing my apron.

funerals are funerals... sad.
i cannot wrap my head around what it would be like to say goodbye to my mom for the rest of my mortal days.
clever fruit in a watermelon shell hardly cracks the surface on sympathy, condolences, and love. but, it was worth a shot.