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Grandma's and Cakes

My mother went home this morning. She had been here for something like three weeks. I think this symbolizes the end of all of this nightmare. That is all fine and good except I have been sickly for the last three days with symptoms that may indicate a blockage. I would feel more like I had reached the finish line if I felt better.

We are picking up Mr. Monkey's mother this afternoon. She will be here until Monday. Family is coming down and over. There may be a car ride up the coast involved.

At the moment we are busy making yellow cakes with chocolate frosting in Savannah's Barbie Bake with Me Easy Bake Oven.

Posted by gwendolyn on March 13, 2003 at 08:44 AM