I'm about to make a shocking confession.  I'm a little crazy.  I don't really think that anyone is completely normal, but I'm of the opinion that I might be a little extra kooky. 

  Case in point...I recently made far too much cream cheese frosting for a different recipe.  A normal person would probably shrug and throw the extra away.  Me...oh no!  I discovered an urgent need to make cinnamon rolls.  That's not all that crazy, you say?  Well, there's a little more to the story than that.  For starters, this deep and burning desire to bake struck at slightly after 5 AM; which is not a sane time by any standards.  Secondly, my husband is very, very, very neat.  That's my nice way of describing his anal retentiveness.  So when, at 5 AM I decide to get my bake on, he starts to twitch a little bit.  Honestly, I completely understand.  Baking is, by definition, pretty darn messy.  It gets exponentially more so when you factor in my two kids and cat, who believe that flour is fun to play with.

 Despite the ungodly time of day and the hostile looks from my loving husband, baking commences.  In merely 3 hours, the kitchen is a wreck an I'm in ooey gooey heaven!

Am I crazy, or a mad genius.  BWAHAHAHAHA!

PS- I'm also making spicy pulled pork today.  My poor hubby.  There are going to be some serious dishes to clean!