Ick.

My friend J and her daughters are coming tonight. She has finally admitted that she's an alcoholic and has joined AA, etc. She's been doing great, sometimes going to meetings twice a day. I'm really proud of her.

After I bought all of the alcohol for the party last night, I decided I should probably warn her that there would be alcohol so she could do whatever she needed to do to prepare herself.

She finally just called me back (I had left her two messages). After explaining and saying that I hoped it wouldn't be a problem, she said she figured that was why I was calling, and that's why it took her so long to call me back. She promised she wouldn't drink, and I said I'd hold her to that. But, it was a hard conversation to have, and I feel badly that I'm putting her in this position so soon in her recovery.

That's going to be quite some cake, Maria. I've made a couple of much less ambitious wedding cakes, and that stuff is difficult. Also, if you're me, you end up eating way to much icing and getting a terrible sugar rush.

I once killed a man in Reno just because he made me an ugly cake.

I feel badly that I'm putting her in this position so soon in her recovery.

Better that she's around people who can support her, than in a situation where she's the first, last, and only line of defense. The support is so important.

that stuff is difficult.

Uh huh, which suprised me when she said she wanted to go that route. She's done wedding cakes before on the side, but nothing this elaborate. I was just going to have the florist make a fresh flower topper before she got inspired.

I officially having a cake-gasm right. now.

::flashes on Matrix Reloaded::

But I feel embarrassed.

When you do something shameful, I'll let you know

But bear in mind, Hec's threshhold for "shameful" is reeeeeeeally high. Er, or low. Either way, it's way the hell at the far end of the spectrum.

I once killed a man in Reno just because he made me an ugly cake.

Bitch. That was my brother. And the cake was sublime. We at it after his funeral.

So, I hear vw made the ugliest cake evah and ruined the whole world? Bummer.

Glad to know that I am combating the price of stress on my heart with breakfast.

Cass so funnee. Steph should use that in her Quaker Oats commercial.

Maria, this is shaping up to be the biggest, fattest, italianist wedding in the history of time. I know we haven't been friends for very long, but, dude, put me on your D list or hook me up with your gay cousin who needs a beard. Or you ugly cousin who needs to be seen in the company of a human. Hell, your evil 40-year-old-virgin cousin might have his fondest wish come true big-time if he takes me to this shindig. Damn, woman. This is going to be epic.

I once killed a man in Reno just because he made me an ugly cake.

Bitch. That was my brother. And the cake was sublime. We at it after his funeral.

You keep talking about it, girlie, and you're next. I mean, that's downright suicidal, even *talking* about an ugly cake when I'm around.

That cake looked just like your mama.