My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
The other day I got it into my head that I wanted to make chocolate brownies for today, as my mother and I planned on her bringing my brothers over for a visit and belated birthday party for my oldest younger brother, who is now fifteen years old. Then I thought, in time for the 4th, it’d be awesome to decorate them somehow. So I followed a Betty Crocker recipe and made sure to have two brownie mixes, white icing (the kind you squeeze out of a bag), and a star-shaped cookie cutter so I could cut the brownies into stars.
The only thing missing? Sprinkles. Not just any sprinkles. Star-shaped sprinkles. So I ran down to the local grocery store yesterday evening, confident that they would have plenty of festive, patriotic sprinkles, as they usually do have all sorts of unique and colorful sprinkles and decorated gummis and cookies for the various holidays throughout the year. But lo and behold, they didn’t have a single thing. In place of their usual display of sprinkles was a big ass display of sodas.
Not to be deterred, I went over to the bakery and asked the employee if I could purchase a small amount of the red, white and blue star-shaped sprinkles that they had a HUGE bin of right behind the bakery counter. At first the guy was like, “Well, I can’t…”, but once I emphasized how much I really wanted and needed the sprinkles for a recipe, he was like, “Well, okay”. I was nice and offered to check around the store to see if I could find sprinkles elsewhere. I didn’t, so I came back, gave him a nice come-hither type smile, made sure some cleavage was on display, and asked very nicely for sprinkles… and got them. 
Oh, you would get about anything you wanted if I were working in the bakery and you came walking in with cleavage showing! Ha. Good job…and the brownies look amazing!
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