Here's your post...

I received an email from a dear loved one (I won't tell you her name, but it rhymes with bee-dree...) that said if I had so much time to mess around with the format of my blog, I should have enough time to post something. ;)

Well, here's a post. I'm trying to get ready to teach a new class tonight (Wilton reformatted everything on us), and my son took all of a 20 minute nap. He likes to think he's helping me get my stuff ready. (No, the shortening isn't ice cream. No, there isn't a pizza in that box. No, you may not toss the powdered sugar all over the floor...)