Thanks! It turned out better than I thought it would. but if ever I do fancy cake again, I'm tackling fondant.

Yeah, I think it was part of her gets-hot-when-she-sleeps. When that happens, we give her tylenol layered with advil (since you can give advil every 4 hours and tylenol every 6). Her temp went right down.

It's not respiratory because she saw the pulmonologist yesterday and nothing is growing on culture from the specimen we took. I worry that it's her g-tube since she keeps having fits at feeding, but there isn't any swelling or leakage and when you touch the button itself, she only cries 50% of the time, which is behavioral and not physical, I think.

Sigh.

So glad the cake is done and delivered!

Awesomecakes. Literally.

I hope Grace's fever goes away!

msbelle, sorry the Open was a bust.

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit a nerve

No nerves, just wry humor.

I can't make pretty food. I am in awe of the cake. Stupid fever.

Fabulous cake.

That stinks about the Open, msbelle.

Meeting friends for a b-day dinner tomorrow (one of theirs, not mine) in Easton, MD, where I have never been before. I love going to new towns.

I should be sleeping right now.

ETA: Oh! And I just had to look up DTF on urbandictionary. I am officially old. I do not know the kids' (dirty) slang anymore. Oh, well.

Great show. I won a raffle! Free autographed CD, although the SO was teasing me because he played on it so he says he can finish out the autographs for me. Anyway, hanging out on a patio watching a band is one of my favorite ways to spend time.

Then we didn't have time to eat before church, so we headed there but snuck out early to get chow. Sweet beef sliders at our friend's restaurant. It was a really nice day.

Now I'm watching a very young James Marsters be a bellboy on Northern Exposure.

Casper just told me that she was leaving the table to go play with mr. flea because "Dad is funner than you." Sadly, this is true.

I had a hilarious conversation with mr. flea after we met Steph and Boy (AT GRAETERS). I said, "I think you and Boy would really get along well."
mr. flea, "He seems really nice."
me, "I think you have a lot in common."
mr. flea, "Oh?"
me, "Well, he's really handy too, and also kind of a pack rat. He has a drill press in his driveway."
mr. flea, with dignity, "I am only a pack rat about paper. I do not have a drill press in my driveway."
me, "I somehow suspect that is merely from lack of opportunity."

Ahahahaha!!! Tim *swears* he is getting rid of it, so if mr. flea would like it as a housewarming gift, I will be thrilled to arrange it...

Timelies all!

Concert was good.

I am so glad to hear Maria's husband had no complications.

I am so puzzled by the bus supervisor/statistics man on my bus. He has a clipboard with forms on it. Each time someone enters or exits the bus he writes on the form. Not weird. The weird thing is that he also seems to white out (with a white out strip dispenser) whatever he wrote previosly every time he writes something new. It is so weird

I am also sitting here thinking about that Berea College list, and how it no longer seems to capture the generational disconect. Like, it isn't so much about having only three tv channels, it is the sense of what a treat any children's or family programming was or the idea that a kid could trump the grown-ups on what to watch (except Saturday am). This is brought to you by remembering what a treat it was to see Sound of Music once a year, and how, even though it was a treat, I still had to go to bed when the Von Trapp childrejn did