Therapy Baking & Peanut Butter Zoom

Those of you who know me well enough, know that I therapy bake. Some people drink, some people paint... when I get stressed, I bake. It's great for the co-workers though! I bring all my treats to work the next day. So as my house smells like chocolate, and my cake is in the oven, I'll tell you about my past 24 hours. Kennedy, recently turning 6, requested a guinea pig for her birthday. Now, I didn't know very much about them, but we pigsat for a friend's guinea pig (thanks Claire!) to make sure we could handle it. We did fine, so we got one. Her name is Reese Cup. She looks like peanut butter and she had a mohawk down her back when we first got her. Now that she is fattening out, the mohawk is flattening out. She is cute and cuddly, and has only bitten me once. So, as we were cleaning her cage last night, she hurled herself over the edge and down about 2 feet to the ground and then ran under the entertainment center. No matter how far we coaxed her out last night, as soon as anyone flinched....ZOOM! Guinea Pig 500-little streak of peanut butter dashing back under the entertainment center. So I left her there. I was half wondering if I would end up with a pig in my hair midway through the night. She DOES love to tangle all up in my hair. Yeah, she is MY pet and I still say, "EWWW!" Her little fingernails do NOT feel OK in my hair. But she stayed there all night...all day...and was there until about an hour ago when I put on my war paint, got my trap set and went in for the capture. I went like this, she went like that. I said to Hollywood, "Where'd she go?" Hollywood says, "Where'd whooooo go?" (Top Gun Quote, if you didn't get that). Then I made my move...(insert official war/karate sounds here), and BAM! She was trapped in a pillow tunnel. She looked left, she looked right...she had nowhere to go but straight toward me. So I got her. Woo-hoo! But it stressed me out so much I had to bake. LOL. Hope you all are doing well!!! I will try to get back to blogging every now and again! And if you are wondering, I did NOT win the pickle contest-although I believe with every bit of me that even my dumb names were better than the winners. Not bragging...just saying...if I was judging the contest..well, of COURSE I would have won :) But thanks for your prayers!