Keeping in line with my typical, chocoholic nature, I decided to keep all of the ooey, gooey brownies to myself. Perhaps I could stash them somewhere, like underneath the driver's seat in my Alero.
I certainly wasn't going to be sharing them with any Kitchen Pigs.
Have you seen the "Lamb Cooks" section lately? If Kitchen Pig wants brownies, Kitchen Pig needs to make brownies!
Sexy Nerd was never going to know about these brownies either. It wasn't a totally selfish thought. After all, he would be much healthier not eating any.
I gave myself a pat on the back for being so good about keeping my Sexy Nerd healthy.
But then, I started thinking about all the handy little things Sexy Nerd has done for me, like creating a clever place to store my stand mixer attachments.
And building (and painting in the near future, hopefully) these snazzy spice racks to free up cabinet space for all my cooking junk.
And making room for all my mismatched plates with this nifty shelf.
I thought about how good Sexy Nerd is about keeping his insane Nascar obsession contained (mostly) to his (ridiculously messy) office.
And about how he was so smart to build a brewing chamber (!?) for his homemade beer, instead of taking over the upstairs guest bathroom, as originally planned.
I thought about how hard Sexy Nerd is going to work this weekend when he installs our new flooring in the master bedroom sitting area.
And about how much he cracks me up by insisting that this fern is thriving.
(A fern that is mostly dead is not thriving, Sexy Nerd, and I eagerly await the day when we can plant something else in that gigantic pot!)
He was so nice to paint this door with chalkboard paint for all our zany holiday messages.
Oh, okay. I will save the peanut butter brownie for my Sexy Nerd.