Happy Birthday, Pete!

re: cat funnels

My old Koogie had stitches once and had to have one of those funnels, but we had to take it off before we should have because he was getting hung up in doorways, jamming the funnel against the doorjamb, and he wasn't able to figure out that he needed to move to the side to get free.

Happy Birthday Master Chief Pete!

(what? You think I'm gonna piss him off? He kicks my ass enough when we play halo. Sure, you could call it kissing up... Actually, I'd call it that too.) Screw it. Have an adorable day Pete!

Good heavens! Happy Birthday, Pete!

Happy Birthday, Pete!

Fay, love, you and I are, as always, of the same mind. I'm sorry that we share the same crap state of mind about romantic things, though, because I know how much it sucks. Everything you wrote, I could have written (and undoubtedly *have,* in some place or another).

I know that just saying that doesn't help with the apple-corer-to-the-heart feeling, but I guess I just wanted you to know that I know how much it sucks.

And I also know that you are an amazing, sexy, fascinating woman, and, as such, it IS going to come to pass that someone you fancy will fancy you right back. I know that sounds like trite bullshit that's easy for someone in a relationship to say, but I mean it. And I don't mean it in a trite way.

I think it's all timing, when it comes to this relationship hoo-hah. I know it has been for me. Hell, The Boy was married once. Had I met him then, I might not be with him now. And other stuff, too. Like, I've changed A LOT in the past 5 years, and it's very likely that the person I was then wouldn't have been able to be in this relationship.

The thing about the timing is that it SUCKS while the timing is wrong. But it *will* be right for you, Fay. I know it.

Happy Adorableday Birthday Pete!

And big big hugs to Fay.

I went to the Purim dinner--there were NO HAMENTASCHEN! What's up with that? No dessert, because they were auctioning off the desserts, which looked *lucsious*, but we didn't want to try to buy one, and neither did anyone else at our table. But none of the desserts were even hamentashen! So wrong.

The really exciting part of hte evening was that B arrived on his scooter, and convinced me that we should take it to the temple. Eep! I'm scared of scooters/motorcycles. But we did it!

Now to make some cupcakes for Easter tomorrow....

Now to make some cupcakes for Easter tomorrow....

I baked a lamb cake tonight for Easter. Not a cake made of lamb; a regular cake baked in a metal mold formed to look like a lamb. It's a family tradition/joke. When I was a kid, my mom used to make it, and it never baked all the way through the center, so it was disgusting and no one ate it, but yet she made it every year. And then she eventually stopped when I was in high school or college.

When I was out of college, I asked her for the lamb mold, because I wanted to try my hand at the cake. Turns out, she had been making the cake with a pound cake recipe -- no wonder it didn't bake through! Way too dense!

So I made it with regular white cake, and it turned out wonderfully. But the first year I made it, the extended family was dubious and mockful, until my cousin decided to eat the lamb's head, and pronounced it thoroughly baked and quite tasty.

So I've made it most years since then, and even though I proved that *my* lamb cake is fully baked, it still gets mocked, simply because 10-15 years of a half-baked lamb cake really ingrains the mocking in my family.

I've always made it as a white cake, with white frosting and coconut shavings for the wool. I occasionally threaten to make a devil's food cake with chocolate frosting -- a black sheep, if you will -- but have never followed through.

This year's lamb? Red velvet cake. I'm going to frost it white, though, with coconut shavings, like always, because I want to see the reaction when the first person cuts it and sees red innards. There will be pictures.

have an adorable birthday Pete

no hamentaschen? Sacrelige!

Fay, you are completely lovely and one of the women who makes me wish that I were attracted to women , because then I would have a shot at being with someone wonderful like you. You are gorgeous, however many stone.