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This is one of those posts that, if I we're in junior high, I would have folded up into that cool rectangle "fold" and given it to my friend. Just a , "not much up here, what's goin' on with you" kind of note. So, enjoy. Or don't. What-ev.

Numero uno: Note to self; Just have musical numbers at my funeral. Doris had her funeral planned right down to the second, and I loved it. I would much rather listen to really nice music, than listen to most anyone speak. On that note; Make sure I have a closed casket. I don't wear make-up now, why should I have to when I'm no longer alive? Really. But, I don't think no make-up is really an option when people are looking at you. So, my conclusion; closed lid. Done.

Oh yeah. And NO HAM! I find it totally ridiculous that "ham is expected." Puh-lease. Who needs ham? How 'bout some nice fried chicken? Or lasagna? I think there are lots of options. And I really do like funeral potatoes, so that's okay with me. Who doesn't like potatoes, sour cream, cream of mushroom soup and cheese? On anything? I know I like any of these items pretty much any time, any where.

Next on my list of jibba-jabba: We're all sick. I haven't smelled anything for at least four days. This is a good thing, and a bad thing. I made to cakes today: Good; no eating. Stinky diapers and the like; a really good thing. Can't taste my food; a bad thing. I wonder, aimlessly, shoving everything in my mouth, hoping to get a taste of something really yummy. But, as you know, no smell-ee, no taste-ee. Sad, but, true.

I ground wheat with a "super star" last night. Or at least she thinks she is. Seriously, who cooks in a tu-tu with sunglasses? Roo. And maybe her Aunt Minky. (Chubs is in the corner cupboard, "working.")

And, we had a little cake for Chub’s birthday as well. He cried, didn’t want to touch it, and didn’t like the frosting. Who’s child is this, anyway? But he loved his trucks. Shocker.

Today I also made a cake for my friends little girl. She loves Kit Kittridge, (who doesn't?) and wanted a type writer for her birthday. So, I made her a type writer cake. Fun, huh?

On a closing note; a couple of people have asked for the bread recipe I use. I really am posting it, soon. Just as soon as all my kids are actually at school and I can breathe again. Whew!

*Don’t worry, with all of this cooking, I washed 87,000 times, sanitized, and made sure not to breathe anywhere near the food.