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Friday, December 25, 2009

And a Very Jewish Christmas to All!


Continuing our own traditions throughout the year is something that makes me feel good every single time.  Lighting the menorrah each Hanukkah and sending the kids on a treasure hunt for their gifts, baking up a batch of chocolate matzah buttercrunch for Passover, and making some form of fondue (even if it's clumpy) for New Year's Eve...all these traditions are looked forward to and taken for granted that they will happen by the kids and carried on with pleasure by me and HH. 

We've even got traditions for the big holiday we don't celebrate.  You know the one because right now YOU are probably knee-deep in it.  As for us, we've completed 4 of the 5 steps in our Jewish Christmas tradition.


  1.   Last night, on Jewish Christmas Eve, we went out to eat; usually, it is to a diner because everything else is usually too packed with Christmas-celebrators.  But this year we went to a new Mexican restaurant down the street and, I think, a new tradition may have been born.  Not to go this restaurant every year, but the tradition of Mom drinking a Christmas margarita!  It was worthy of carrying on for years to come!


  2. Then a horror movie was watched.  This year's Bio Zombie was deemed "boring" by The Girl.  Some traditions are not without sacrifice.


  3. Sleeping late today was a must.  No worries about getting up first to see the gifts under the tree. There are no gifts and the only tree is a ficus. 


  4. Another movie, this one at a theater.  Sherlock Holmes.  Brilliant!  It had almost all the elements I enjoy in a movie--fabulous scenery and costumes, snappy dialogue, smart and easy-on-the-eyes lead actors and the tease of a sequel.  *8 thumbs-up!


  5. And in a few minutes we'll leave for a Jewish Christmas dinner--for many years it was Chinese food in Chinatown.  But this year I was the only one who wanted to go so  we're going to the new Carnegie Deli located in our town's casino.  Classy!  My guess is we'll be the only actual Jews there but I'm looking forward to a 5-pound sandwich and some people-watching (I'm betting--get it?!-- on seeing a LOT of ugly Christmas sweater/wind suit combinations).  Ah, tradition...

*editted later: I was just reflecting on Robert Downey's performance and Jude Law's twinkly eyes while trying to fall asleep and I just remembered that one thing bothered me about the movie--watch carefully when you see it: all the magic/evil/witchcrafty stuff has HEBREW LETTERING on it!  WHY?  I must investigate.  If this is a "we hate the jews" subplot I will be so disappointed.  Not to mention upset that my Jewish Christmas was perhaps ruined.  OY.

Monday, December 21, 2009

I Make My Own Rules

I know the traditional time to count one's blessings is Thanksgiving and I like Thanksgiving because of that (and the pie), but I think the end of the year is a good time too.  And a weird side effect of running for me is that, even though I hate almost every second of the actual running, I also think lots of happy thoughts while I'm doing it.  Weird.

So anyway, these are some of the things I was thinking this week while my thighs were threatening to burn a hole in my under armour pants and my chest was heaving (and not in a good way):

I am thankful for:

my husband

Yes, that's him. 
And if you know me well, you know I started dating him in spite of
his propensity for face-painting.
In spite of the many ways in which he makes me INSANE,
I can't imagine my life without him. 
He will drive me crazy until the day I die.

That's my version of a love note.

and,

these two

He mumbles and occasionally smells like something
that would be at home on a French cheese plate.
He drives me insane because we seem to speak different languages right now.
And he should be speaking MINE.

She is growing up too fast and wants to bend every rule I make.
She drives me insane because it's like living with Sybil. 
I never know who is coming down the stairs in the morning.

But they remind me every day of the value of patience.
And that a hug or a kind word not asked for is the greatest gift.

and,


alcohol
kidding!  This photo represents

My friends

I think one of my favorite parts of having a party is when HH and I
break it down after everyone's gone.
How all our friends are just such awesome people.
How cool it is that everyone comes from such different
areas of our life but seem to blend seamlessly.

How lucky we are to know them and count them as family.
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Now, since blogger is taking an irritatingly long time loading pictures,
here's a probably-incomplete list of other things I feel grateful for,
in no certain order. 

1. Netflix --I know this is shallow and materialistic, but it represents HH having a JOB.  And there are few things that give me a day-to-day thrill as seeing one of those red envelopes in my mailbox. Will it be a French film I can't get at Blockbuster?  Will it be another Buffy episode???
2. Movies--See above.  I luuurve movies.  I love being transported.  And I have no snobbery.  I enjoy a good zombie movie as much as a documentary (who am I kidding?  maybe more).
3. An occasional rainy day off in which I feel no guilt about lying around reading a book.
4. School--I love it.  Even the homework. I know it's sadly cliche of me as a "nontraditional student."  But it just feels good to be where I am right now and I can't believe I've done it.
5. My home--Even though it doesn't measure up in the decorating department to some of the homes I see on all the blogs I follow, it is cozy and very "me."  I like my stuff.  I like to be here.  In fact, I'd rather be here than most places.  How lucky is that?
6. The furry children--I just threw up in my mouth a little, writing that.  I am NOT one of those people who sees her pets as furry people.  A dog is a DOG.  BUT, how great is that I can leave a room for 5 minutes and be greeted when I go back in like I've been gone FOR YEARS, over and over again?  They're dim but so lovable and they never tell me I'm UNFAIR or ask anything of me but the occasional rub between the ears.  Nice.
7. The nephews--I don't see them enough but when I do, they make up for it.
8. Food in the fridge and the time to make it for my family.  I know it sounds trite, but I get such a great feeling from baking my own bread or making homemade soup or something else homey for my family.  It gives me a ridiculous amount of pleasure when I can take my time doing it.
9. Flannel sheets-- I love bed.
10. Memories--Some of them are pretty sucky, but the ones that aren't are so wonderful. 

What are you cherishing?


Saturday, December 5, 2009

How to NOT Write a Paper



  • Make yourself toast even if you're not hungry.
  • Make yourself a cup of tea.
  • Send family to movies and then think about how weird it is that you wish you were going to see Edward again.
  • Make another cup of tea.  And another one.
  • Go to the bathroom 5 times.
  • Brush your hair while in there.  Each time.
  • Go to the bathroom again and put on more blush while in there even though no one is at home and you're not going anywhere.
  • Go outside for firewood because you are cold.
  • Watch dogs play outside in first snow of the season and realize that since your children are older and not as darling (bendable to will), you have replaced them in your heart with your pets just a little.
  • Go get a sweatshirt with the name of your grad school on it so it not only makes you cozy and lethargic but also mocks you with its collegiate attitude.
  • Start to write an outline.  Get distracted by the cool way you can bullet each item (ooh! daisies!).
  • Go online to "research" more.  Get lost on Facebook playing Scramble.
  • Blather incoherently about your topic and realize halfway through that your topic has magically changed.
  • Quit and barely remember to SAVE even though it's crap anyway.
  • Blog about it.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

It's On, Baby!

Remove Formatting from selection how cute is THIS? Just an idea...


Happily, I got a GREAT response for the Winter
Gastronomy Swap
, despite it's ridonkulous name. Yay!

::I do have one swapper who is all on her lonesome
because I don't have an even number. SO, first one to comment and say they'll
swap gets in on the fun!!:: WE HAVE ANOTHER SWAPPER SO EVERYONE WHO ORIGINALLY SIGNED UP IS IN (as of Tuesday).
Now let's keep the good vibes going and go over The Rules one more time, swappers.

1) Email your swapee and get the 411 on them (mailing address? food allergies? bad childhood experience with plaid....whatever. You get the idea).

2) SHOP/CREATE! Remember: we all know it's better to give than to receive, blahblahblah, but make sure you give like YOU would like to receive. In other words, don't skimp out. $25 should be spent.

3) Remember that since this a food swap, all items should be FOOD or FOOD-RELATED. It's totally cool to have stuff for pooches included but remember that you are sending something to the humans too. Otherwise this would be a Pet Food Swap and I'd have to come up with another stupid name.

4) Package it up cute and SEND IT OUT by no later than Monday, January 11. I can feel the utter lack of douchiness from all of your comments so I KNOW no one's going to wuss out and drop the ball here. Because you VOLUNTEERED to do this. Because it is FUN.

Because
Laura and I will praise you to high heavens if you do the right thing and talk shit about you if you don't.

(AHEM)


If you need some ideas of what a nice swap looks like and aren't familiar with Laura's blog, click on THIS.


THIS is cute too! And you get to keep it for yourself
instead of giving it for *RamaHanuKwanzMas!

SO, here are the partners **(and I'll be emailing you with each other's e-ddresses):


  • Laura and Slack


  • Tracy and Lynn


  • Tracy and Doreen


  • Jenni and Bev


  • Jodi and Katy


  • Jen and Stephanie


  • Amanda and Kellie


  • Michele and The Perfect Details


  • Moi and Mamacita


  • So have fun! And don't forget one more thing--when you do get your package, please take pictures. It's fun to see what everyone got and I would be more than happy to post them here!

    Happy Swapping!!

    *I just think this is funny. No political crap here, people.

    **EDITED TO ADD: I'll be getting out your emails by Wednesday. Sick in bed today. YUCK.

    Sunday, November 22, 2009

    Is Anyone Out There? Wanna Swap?

    Holy crap, has it really been a month and a half since I've posted?? Wow. I'll be amazed if anyone but me and my two loyal friends (hi Patti! hi Audrey!) are actually reading this. So, what's been happening, you ask, Patti and Audrey? WELL! A hell-of-a-lot. And it's ALL GOOD.

    Can I get an A-MEN?! Even I was tired of listening to myself moan before, during The Summer of Suck, and my mother always told me if you can't say anything nice.... you know the rest. But the truth is that I did have some pretty great things going on at the end of the Summer Suck. In fact, I was having a ball. But I felt guilty about it and didn't want to gloat because my man was still Stuck in the Suck (okay, that's the last time I work that in, I swear).

    WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?

    Well, I had started grad school and the most fun job I've ever had to date. I was getting into the groove of an office full of fun and crazy and inviting people and meeting like-minded students and talking about cool stuff.

    And then I was going home. To worry. To sadness. To my Handsome Husband who was trying so hard to make Things Happen on the job front. And I felt bad about being so happy. I would dance off to work in the morning, not being able to WAIT until I left the Sad House. And I was sad that both of us weren't having a career ball.

    But that's all behind us because HH is employed. WOOT! Who knows if it's the job of a lifetime, but it's a job. And a good one. And one that he can excel at because....he's awesome.



    YAY!!



    Now I'm not going to go all philosophical because, hey, I'm not that deep. But I AM going to say that now that I don't have to worry ALL THE TIME about things like shopping for food, life is pretty fucking awesome. I have a GREAT LIFE.

    Like I said, AWESOME.

    So, to celebrate life's awesomeness (and the fact that I can shop, with only the normal amount of restraint now), I have decided to do something I've never done.
    I'm hosting a SWAP.

    The lovely
    Laura hosted one during the Suck time (sorry, it's a habit now) that I couldn't participate in but because SHE'S awesome, she included me anyway without any reason at all. I didn't have to buy her anything in exchange. She just sent me a beautiful package for me and my pooches that made me smile and get a tear in my eye. It really did.

    Here it is:
    nice, right? so so so nice... it made my whole week.


    So when she mentioned she wanted to do a holiday or winter one, I thought I'd offer to take the job on for her so she could think about one less thing until said holidays are over, what with all her cookie and cupcake madness going on.


    So, here are the rules:

    1. Comment if you want to get in on some wintry fun.

    2. Agree to put together a package of goodies for the person you are given to swap with.

    3.
    Don't spend more than $25.

    4. PUT TOGETHER A PACKAGE OF GOODIES AND MAIL IT by the determined date (to be determined)! Seriously, don't be a douche. If you say you're going to do it, do it. OR at the very least, let me know if something comes up and you can't. Wouldn't you hate it if you were the only one who didn't get something?


    4. Either post a picture of your goodies you receive on your blog or send me a picture to post on mine if you don't have a blog of your own. Here's Muttel sniffing the pumpkiny goodness of the Doggie Biscotti Laura sent:

    note the insane, hungry eyes

    It's really that easy. Our theme is going to be Winter Gastronomy. That means 'food,' people. Since I hate the word "gourmet," I picked the other G word (even though it sounds even more pretentious. Whatever.) And I picked Winter because I AM A JEW and you can *keep your Santa shit to yourself.


    Happy Winter! :o)


    The theme is LOOSE. You're supposed to have fun on both ends of the swap. You can include anything you want and it doesn't have to be expensive. You can include homemade stuff (awesome) or you can buy goodies (great) or a combination of both (fan-tastic). Just have fun with it because chances are if you do, the person who receives it will too.

    So let me know if you want to get in on it. Don't make me hunt you down!


    *not really--I kid! It's totally up to you and your wacky Christian ways!

    Saturday, October 3, 2009

    I spend a lot of my conscious time thinking about people in my life. I'm not talking about my children or my husband, although yes it's true that they take up a huge part of my heart and my mind. I'm talking about the people in my life I'm lucky enough to call friends.


    One of the reasons I'm always thinking about them is because I'm often hoping against hope that I haven'tn ****ed up our friendship by something stupid I've said. While I'm rarely worried about stuff I've done, I am often inwardly cringing about something I've remembered that came out of my mouth only minutes before. It's not because I'm insecure, really, that I think so much about it, but because, as Audrey, one of these friends has told me, sometimes my edit button gets stuck.


    My intention is never to be mean or insensitive. Often, I mean to be completely and utterly sensitive when I say, for instance, that "no wonder your mother-in-law said something so stupid to you! It's because she's an *******!" Out of the moment I am completely aware that only YOU can say she's an *******. She's YOUR mother-in-law. My role as friend is to say something benign like "That's terrible" or even "I'm sure she didn't mean it." 


    But therein lies the problem: when it comes to my friends, I can't hold back. Because the other reason I'm thinking about my friends so much is because they are my rock, my soul, my family. I am so very fortunate that I know a lot of quality people who--lucky me!--think I'm not only worth their time, but worth their love and friendship. And every one of them (some more than others!) will hate someone who's wronged me, almost without question. They just probably won't say it to the person in question like I *oops* might.

    Friday, September 18, 2009

    sidling up to bar just like Mom taught you


    I'll be here for you next week and the weeks after that...

    Saturday, September 12, 2009

    For Better or For Worse


    Here's hoping this is the worse part. Because it's really not that bad.


    Happy Anniversary, HH.

    Thursday, August 27, 2009

    Oh My God Every *Cloud DOES Have One!

    *see? there it is!


    Despite the fact that my fears (see the abysmal post below) still have reason to be there in the pit of my stomach, despite the fact that my darling husband is sad/frustrated/worried too, despite all this I am feeling so positive that I've made the right choice for our future. And that feels pretty goddamn good.

    My mom was so right.

    Saturday, August 22, 2009

    Waah

    I'm hearing everyone say lately how FAST the summer's gone. How they can't BELIEVE that it's over. WHERE DID THE TIME GO??? As for me, good riddance to the suckiest suckfest ever.

    It was an ENDLESS summer. And not in that breezy, we're having the time of our lives kind of way. I would've loved to enjoy the fact that my husband was home for once. It would've been so nice to take day trips and to be together. It would've been great, if not for the fact that little things such as how will we afford health insurance? and that old chestnut, which bill will have to wait to be paid?




    Instead, we lived in the Sad House all summer. Television watching, video game playing and sleeping have been the "activities" we've engaged in. Sure, there are loads of $$-free things we could've done like gardening, little maintenance projects around the house, etc. Lord knows we have plenty of screws, nails, and paint to get stuff done but neither HH nor I could scrape our butts off the couch to do it. A 'why bother' gloom passed over us and we spent time instead on separate couches, reading or watching stupid tv.

    I know, waah, as this guy likes to say when someone whines. I know we're lucky by a LOT of people's judgement. I KNOW. But it still doesn't make either of us feel less worried. I've been lucky enough to have started my grad assistantship at KU. The time away from home has been wonderful. I'm busy doing fun stuff, I'm meeting people, I'm doing something. I forget about everything until it's time to come home. And I feel terrible about this but sometimes I'd rather stay at work a few more hours.

    Okay. Enough. This post wasn't funny, it wasn't fun to write OR read, and I have to know that good things are right around the corner. Everyone says when one door closes, another opens.



    me, with a new attitude


    Here's hoping it doesn't slam in our faces.

    Monday, August 10, 2009

    Just What The Master Ordered

    Sometimes there's nothing more comforting than hanging out with someone who's known you since you had an unfortunate 80's haircut and been there through the thick and the thin of post-adolescent growing up. Someone who really knows when you're sad, when you're happy and when you're just full ofcrap. An old friend.

    So the kids and I hauled my ass off the couch and drove to Connecticut last weekend. As you know, things are tight around here, sphincter and money-wise, so a "real" vacation was not going to happen. "Come," said my friend. "All you need is to bake a batch of homemade cookies. That's your payment for a weekend at the beach." Luckily HH is wonderful and gave me the thumb's-up to spend the gas money on a mini break.

    5 hours later (holy shit 95 sucks), we arrived in the beautiful hamlet of Old Saybrook, greeted by enthusiastic pseudo-cousins (for M and S) and a large freshly-made Mojito (for me). Kids playing, college roommates yakking, Mojito-swilling. Nice.


    They were seriously the best Mojitos I've ever had so I made Jen make me another on the next night so I could photograph it and study her technique. She is The Mojito Master.

    Follow along, grasshopper, and you too can be a Master.



    This here is Everything You Need to make a boss Mojito. No fancy muddlers here; just a handy-dandy tart shaper ala The Pampered Chef (bought from me, we think, back in the day when I tried being a salesperson. And then ran out of friends.).


    Step one: rip up some fresh mint (preferably from your own garden unless your dog pees on it) and muddle the shit out of it. This releases the aromatic and tasty oils. Oh, sweet release....Then add some slices of lime to it and muddle it again.




    Add a jigger (or a shot--are they the same?) of rum. Jen and I are relatively cheap dates so we only use one shot for a rather large glass. All my alcoholic friends (you know who you are, Judy, Ann...) can add more if you like.



    Next add a shot/jigger of simple syrup. DON'T PURCHASE IT IN THE MIXER SECTION of the supermarket because it's stupid easy to make. In fact, we ran out of it from the batch that Jen made the night before (equal parts sugar and water, simmered on the stove until dissolved and syrupy) so she made a mug-ful in the microwave. Genius!

    Anyway, add a shot of it to the glass.




    This next step is what makes this The Best Mojito, in my opinion. And it's my blog so I don't care if you disagree. Traditional recipes call for club soda but I haaaaaate club soda but can abide it in a Mojito. But Jen makes it with lime seltzer which I LOVE. SO there you go.





    Now add a bunch of ice and stir. Squeeze just a wee bit more lime juice on top and...



    Cheers!

    Sunday, August 2, 2009

    Friday, July 31, 2009



    This is pretty much what happened tonight when M found the grogger from Purim on the Jew shelf in our living room (minus me spazzing on the couch).

    Monday, July 13, 2009

    The Idiotic Gardener

    Remember that "baby cucumber?" Do you, Laura? Well, I INSISTED it was a baby cucumber even though EVERYONE said yo, that's a ZUCCHINI, dumb ass. Well, we were both wrong and we were both right.

    WHAT?! you say?


    not mine but just here to illustrate dumb-assedness
    Turns out that ONE of the plants was a cucumber and one of it is a PUMPKIN VINE! So you squash-insisters were partially correct (although the flowers for the cumumber plant are the same as the squash one. Weird.). No it's not some miracle of science. I mixed up my seedlings because I am, at best, disorganized in my personal life.
    Anyhoo, I'm super-psyched because now I can have crispy yummy salads AND I can carve some vegetables into crazy toothless grins. AWESOME!

    Thursday, July 9, 2009

    More Garden Serenity

    I have no idea what these purple flowers are called.
    They and their foliage are so pretty-- and they never seem to die.

    Baby cucumber

    Because of this wonderful weather
    I have a ton of lettuce that doesn't bolt right away.


    Grape tomatoes that will, no doubt, not make it
    to the inside of the house.

    This broccoli was so delicious on top of some homemade pizza.
    Why does it taste better when you grow it yourself?

    I love mint.
    And I finally got smart and planted it in a container
    so it wouldn't go wild.
    There are 3 varieties in one pot: spearmint, apple mint,
    and chocolate mint.
    Whoever developed this variety was a horticultural genius.



    And this was just thrown in because who doesn't enjoy
    a little child labor?
    The Boy slices paper into bar mitzvah programs.
    This was the only job he had to do for the big day.
    He complained incessantly.

    Apparently he HAS become a man.

    Tuesday, July 7, 2009

    I thought it would be fun to take a break from worrying and photograph
    some of my gardening efforts.
    I'm no master at this but it makes me unbelievably happy to plant things
    and then, holy crap, watch them actually GROW.
    Incredible.

    Let's take a look, shall we?



    This bed came out so pretty, I think, and it was completely accidental.
    It's shady but the previous owners had planted a huge mass black-eyed Susans which I love, but since the weeping cherry above it has grown,
    it's even shadier so they're sort of dwindling.
    In their place I've planted some hostas from my friend Ray, along with perilla from Judy.

    I love the way the chartreusey hostas look with the purple perilla.



    My favorite flower is the daisy. I love how happy they look
    and the fact that they really do stay fresh for a long time.
    We had daisies as the main flower at our wedding even though someone told me that
    "daisies are not appropriate for a wedding."
    It was the first time I ever asserted myself with this person when I said
    "they are if it's my wedding,"

    And I thank them for that.
    We pause here for some good-natured barking. Hi Annie!


    This is a really small allium I planted a couple years ago.
    Every year i have to remind myself not to pull the thing that looks like wild onions in this spot because it's this allium.

    Clearly, I'm not a genius.




    Last week I was listening to Alexis and Jennifer
    and Alexis was pontificating as she does about someone's dreadful landscaping,
    complaining about all the "decorative grasses" that are "actually" weeds.
    Really? Who cares 'cause I love them.

    And I'm pretty sure Martha does too.




    These are the only flowers in the world, practically, that I call by their latin name in my head
    (and I think about flowers in my head a lot.
    I know it's weird, but to me it's weirdly calming).
    I can't remember the name of the variety
    even though I think it's really special with that pompom in the middle.

    Anyhoo, this here's an echinacea or a coneflower to you yahoos.


    Behold, the "common" coneflower. It's not open yet but I love it like this.
    I'm fascinated by how the petals unfurl.

    Nature is cool.



    Okay. You can see I like those echinacea/coneflowers, can't you. This time I DO remember the name of the variety though. This one's called Coconut Lime.

    Now you know why I remember it.

    yummmmm....


    This is my little herb patch, aka Murry McGlaughlin's urinal (yes, he's a dog).
    We don't eat much of the herbs here (see previous sentence), but they sure look pretty.

    This is sage, lavender, lamb's ears, parsley, chives, and a volunteer chamomile.


    This is a patch of the retarded garden.
    I planted this plant (no idea the name), not remembering that it flowered
    (I liked the leaves)
    and then for some reason I planted
    every other yellow flower I've ever seen here too.

    The flowers in the bed are pretty but it looks like
    it was planted by
    someone who had a head injury
    and
    could only see the color yellow.


    This is one of my few annuals. I love this flower and don't know it's name.
    It comes in a few different shades of purple and pink and I try to plant it every year in this pot with the alberta spruce and another annual I can't remember the name of that I love that's periwinkle blue and shaped like a little daisy.
    Speaking of that mystery little periwinkle daisy, every year I go to Country Lawnscapes Nursery and say to the owner, "Do you have that little daisy that has *a name like an old English lady?"
    She always knows what I mean and she at least waits until I leave
    to talk about what a moron I am.

    I love her.


    Now we're moving out of the garden and back into the house to look at a few things that also make me smile. Candy. Lots of it.
    And sweets from sweet people.
    And the fact that these are all from a wonderful day we had with family and friends.
    Forgive the crappy picture. The cap was adorable too. And DELICIOUS?
    Oh yes, because some were left over and...lost...and subsequently found in my bed. Yeah...
    Anyway, each kid got one of these babies to take home and we're so thankful
    we had them to give.

    Of all the things I did/made/bought for this bar mitzvah, these Zero bars are what made The Boy really happy.
    Who knew this is what it would take to make the kid who never really gives a shit about anything except his video games and his friends and oh yeah, I guess his family (after his pets), actually get excited??
    I did because I am an exceptional mother who heard him not mumble that they were his favorite one day when we were in Walmart.
    So I bought 18 the next day.
    And he smiled and hugged me.

    Zero bars are now my favorite
    .
    Here's the whole arrangement before the onslaught.
    My cousin's 7 year old kept saying "Can I have some now? Can I have some now? Can I have some NOW?" an hour and a half before everyone got there and we were setting up.
    And because I am a wonderful person I said
    "No way kid. Go chase yourself."

    One last picture of sugary goodness. These bowls contain boxed (HORRORS!) cake batter that has been tinted Roy G. Biv (except for the indigo).
    The finished and cut cake was as amazing-looking as the uncooked batter but
    I didn't get a picture because by that time
    I was half in the bag from bar mitzvah margaritas and good cheer.
    It didn't taste as good as it looked but I'm a sucker for packaging.



    *Holy crap, I just remembered the name! The adorable perwinkle daisy is called a Felicia! woo-hoo! Not that you care because it's not even, like, pictured here. I was just excited. Whatever.

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