First, I did not know you had a 20 year old.
Second, good for you with with the birthday dinner combo.
Third, good luck with the last minute cake
I know I behave like a 4 year old from time to time. . . it's either that or my youthful appearance. . . . since you've never seen me, I guess it must be that other thing. . .

Dinner went very well. Momma and pops; younger bro and his better half; dd20 with my grandson and her other half and we 5 made for a full house. I sent the rest of the cake home with dd20. . . oh, i have a cake story. . . put my giant pot of veggie soup up for the rest of this week (I'm gonna eat it every night for dinner and see if I lose extra poundage) and I do have about 6 pieces of lasagna left over. I didn't even so much as taste a piece of the meat when it was cooking either





Here's my cake story. . . we went to WalMart because I forgot to order a cake. So I have to get just the right cake to satisfy both birthday girls. . . I'm looking for a 1/4 sheet, marble cake with buttercream frosting that has no writing or characters on it. Not so hard, right? They've got 30 cakes in the cooler. Well, I can't find just the right one, so I settle for all the above except the cake is yellow rather than marble or 1/2 & 1/2. I ask if they can write happy birthday and fancy it up a little. . . put on a couple flowers, a few leaves, etc. The cake lady we always deal with starts to say sure, no problem and the OTHER one snaps out "no, we can't change cakes once we price them." I respond with "well, all the cakes here are the same price no matter what they have on them and I'm only asking you to add a couple little icing flowers JUST LIKE IS ON 10 OTHER CAKES". I get a big "then buy one of the other cakes", so I start to respond by sticking out my tounge at her and kicking her in the shin, but realize that I'm not in 3rd grade and I would probably get arrested for battery, so I settle for a very stern glare in her direction and stand there tapping my foot with my hands on my hips (which is SO much more mature). The NICE lady comes around the front of the cooler to help me try to find something more fitting for a 20 year old and a 60something person and whispers that she will fix up my cake. So I was like, aawww, you are so nice and I really appreciate it. We wait and wait and about 10 minutes later she comes back with our cake. . . ok, she was trying to be nice so I thanked her profusely and told her it was wonderful. . . then dh and I dashed around the corner and started









