Oh, The Price You Pay For Being This Classy!

I made Lemon Poppy Seed Muffins for a morning snack today (thank you, Martha White). I made mini-muffins instead of bigguns 'cause I was so hungry I was devouring the batter the boys were impatient.

Jack asks, "Mom, do these have icing?"

"No", I said. "But, I'll make some for you." (If you haven't noticed, they need the sugar, y'all.)

SO, I dumped some powdered sugar into a small bowl, added some milk, and drizzled it over most of the muffins.

I handed the boys a muffin, popped a few icingless ones into my very thankful mouth, and started cleaning up.

I was just about finished when I noticed a large dribble of icing on my arm. I didn't get any icing on my muffins, so I knew this was the good Lord's way of rewarding my restraint.

And, because I'm the epitome of class, I got all giggly and licked it off of my arm.

Let me just tell you.

Dish detergent don't taste nothin' like icing.