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I love getting comments, and I feel like I should answer when questions are asked. (It also fills a blog post when not much else is happening!)

I'm glad you think my musical tastes aren't strange. Obviously the thief is far too young to appreciate what s/he had in hand...

Carol was wondering about why a thief would editorialize with post-its. Actually, the post-its were already in the car, so the thief used what he found. I forgot to mention - I had my handknit Koigu fingerless gloves in there as well, and the thief didn't take those. No taste in music, no taste in knits...

And as far as the cake goes - I like Carol's suggestion about apple crisp, especially this time of year. However, the party is not just for family - it's an open house drop in thing that will last a few hours at my in-laws condo. All of us kids are required to be there, and a cake is deemed necessary. There was a certain amount of sucking up done in my general direction to get me to make it instead of a store bought, and in a moment of weakness, I agreed. I'm an idiot, what can I say. At least my son and the other grandchildren are excluded - son gets to spend a day having fun with my Mom (who graciously decided to watch the child instead of come to the party). The kids would have been miserable. As it is, our generation (who are technically hosting the party) get to stand around, talking to a bunch of elderly church people, who compare prescriptions and medical procedures. (My apologies to any elderly church people reading this. However, I'm pretty sure I would have offended most of them long before this point.)

So, back to the cake - it's not just a cake - it's a decorated 80th birthday cake. Not only do I have to bake the damn thing again, I have to ice it and decorate it. Why the hell I ever decided to learn this particular skill is completely beyond me. Right now, it looks like I bake on Thursday, and do the late night Friday decorating. Of course my son's first basketball game of the season is Saturday morning, so that eats up that time. Once we get home from that, it's back into the car, drop child at my Mom's and get to the condo in time for the festivities.

I'm making most of the chocolate decorations ahead of time - last night there was a proliferation of red stars and milk chocolate 80's and 50's floating around my kitchen. 50's, you ask? Yes. It seems that a SIL and BIL are both celebrating their 50th birthday, so nice chick that I am, I offer to make an additional 50th birthday cake for the family. This was, of course, before I dropped the big cake. The little one is already made and frozen, ready to be iced on Friday. And here;s where my "all around nice girl" badge comes into play. A family tradition is that money is hidden in birthday cakes. quarter, loonies, toonies, etc. So what have I done? I've gone to the bank, and ordered 50 cent pieces. I can't wait to see the faces when they see the money...

And on a final note - how happy am I that I'm taking next week off work? Once this party is over, I am officially on holidays for a week. Not going anywhere - hanging at home, going on a field trip with my son's class, and generally re-acquainting myself with my home and the stuff in it. After reading about Lucky's adventures in sewing, my sewing vibe has been reawakened. I used to sew everything, all the time. I've still got my machine and serger set up downstairs. Next week they will be used for more than just mending and hemming!