It was kinda a pathetic weekend The kind where Phoebe dropped her pop tarts on the floor while picking up the ice I had spilled while picking up her napkin she had dropped. Or the weekend in which I was up at 2 a.m. taking home a homesick child who was sleeping over. OR the gruesome discovery that are puppy had gotten into the trash and pulled out a....well....you get the picture. Things just weren't in sync. The bright spot was the batch of cupcakes that came out perfect and the Valentine's Day garland I got for over the kitchen window.