Lemon Bars

Driving to a party the other day, I was partaking of a delicious lemon bar, because it's that time of year and the baked goods are plentiful. And tasty.

Special K looked over at me and started laughing because, as he pointed out, I had managed to get powdered sugar all down the front of my black jacket and onto my lap.

"Honey, you're going to have to clean yourself up - it looks like you just got into a fight with the Pilsbury Dough Boy"

In response, I delicately extended my middle finger in a loving gesture of disagreement with his assessment. This only made him laugh harder as he managed to get out the words:

"No, no. It's okay, it looks like you totally kicked his ass."