Good morning, Mumpers! My favorite cake is German chocolate, but I like all kinds, including a good homemade fruitcake. (Good=no candied citron, which has the consistency of pencil erasers and the taste of Pure Nasty.) I like caramel cake, but to me, a yellow cake with caramel frosting does not qualify as caramel cake any more than a yellow cake with chocolate frosting is a chocolate cake. I am sure the South will rise up and scoff at me, but there it is.
I dreamed last night that I somehow came into $10 billion. The very first thing I did was meet with Gates, Buffet, Musk, Murdoch, the Koch brother who’s still alive, and I can’t recall who else and convince them to work on climate change. Murdoch and Koch refused, but we threatened to pants them or something, so they capitulated. I had a list that included funding to fight racism and for RAINN and to buy the Straight Dope and fund it in perpetuity, but somehow my second priority was to buy back the Beatles song rights from the Jackson estate and give them to Paul McCartney. I was meeting with Sir Paul when I awoke.
Since I still can’t lift much weight, I may go on a long walk today and skip the gym. I also need to run an errand and do laundry, plus order b-day gifts for my sister and daughter, who share a birthday. (My son was born on my brother’s birthday.) I’m getting them necklaces with their names on them in Mom’s handwriting.
quietly, my son-in-law shares your preferences, though he’ll reluctantly eat cake if there’s no pie. We love him anyway.
taters, ugh on having to deal with the messes. Do you keep getting stuck with this because you’re so good at it? I really hope the CBD helps poor Polar. Please give him a few extra scritches from me.
flyboy, I’m sorry Mrs. LA lost another patient. I know it was expected, but it still can’t be easy.
hippie, stay safe in the snow.
MetalMouse, hope the ick clears up pronto.
BooFae, thanks for starting the new MMP.