a preteen. One day she was baking as per usual, and the baked item (pumpkin bread) came out not as planned. Having a hell of a fiery temper, she took the bread, mashed it up into a great, gooey mass, and attached it somehow to a large piece of cardboard. Then she went downstairs and returned with a can of gold spraypaint, sprayed the crap out of her creation, and hung it on the refrigerator. It was there for weeks, reminding us all that Mom was sometimes batshit crazy.