. . . and then what happened?

Hello hello.

Some of you are begging me for stories.  

 Like little kidlettes in footsie pajamas. 

And it's beginning to get annoying.  

 So I've decided to oblige on account of I'm tired of all the whining.  

Gather round- cause I'm only gonna say this once. 

          

* I've added some (Sparkes notes) for the narrative challenged- you know who you are.*

Once upon a time, there lived a small-ish girl in a cute little town.  

(She doesn't live there anymore.)

She liked to make lots of sweet things

(So what the heck is she doing baking in the third world?)

getting there. . .

One day she said goodbye to these crazy people:

baked a farewell wedding cake:

 or two:

and headed here:

But first she had a delightful pit stop here:

to see her good friend and fellow pastry chef:

and eat lots

and lots

and lots

of delicious Japanese food.

She found a Japanese family

as crazy as her American version

packed up her things. . .

 several times. . .

on the floor of the Osaka Airport (thank you Hashimoto family! ;) 

and headed to the jungle of northern Thailand

k- so how did the Highlights version work out for you?  Are you back in the dentist's office again? (I realize that some of you really need the pictures)