This may end up being a long tale, but read through because the punch line is fabulous.

Every year for my dad’s birthday (which many of you celebrate as Christmas), my family made a chocolate cake with a white icing. Being the 4 or something geniuses that we were, we gave it the witty monkier of Daddy’s chocolate cake. (I found out recently that it’s really called wacky cake.) The name stuck.

Eventually, we made the cake for every event, from birthdays to parties. The Sister made the icing and I made the cake. When we all moved out the Sister continued to make the cake. I didn’t make it so much for various reasons but this isn’t about me even though the narcisist in me wants it to be.

Except, when the Sister was engaged to “Him” (as she calls him) the cake didn’t turn out right. The cake part just fizzled or something. It may have been our dad telling her (from beyond the grave wooooooo) that this was not the right relationship because when she started dating cyberconte   they figured out why the cake didn’t work.

That’s right. It’s an engagement ring on Daddy’s chocolate cake. The Sister is engaged!!!!

I had this great post all about how the Halloween photos were finally finished and just before Christmas even! And it wittily maneuvered into how I haven’t posted much because we’ve been more boring than usual due to constant illness. I even tap danced into a beautiful portion on how it is almost 2008 (just over 2 weeks) and hopefully we’ll be more interesting then. But I frakked something up when I updated WordPress and it keeps losing content. So even though I published it, all the content was gone. I have no idea how this happens but it does so instead of a beautiful, nobel-prize winning entry you get this drivel. Happy Holidays!

The Husband has begun playing Everquest again which means I can work on entries and photos and not feel guilty for abandoning him. He’s in the same room so we are bonding, with our backs to each other. I decided to spend tonight compiling the few Rhinebeck photos I had.

Every year my knitting group drives down to the Rhinebeck Wool and Sheep Festival to fondle yarn and look at smelly sheep. Mixed in among the yarn vendors is a rock and mineral show and food.

I think I may have been sick at Rhinebeck. I was tired and cranky, but attributed it to the early start and having to drive. Three days later I was diagnosed with Strep so it’s really up for debate. However, we left at the plumber’s crack of dawn so we could make it for the 9:00 am opening. I’d curse the idiot who decided that we leave at 7am so I had to wake up at 5:30 but, um, I’m the idiot. So sue me.

We wandered for hours until we couldn’t walk any longer. I spent way too much on yarn but it really was for a good cause. I can now make 6 pairs of socks and an entire sweater! You can’t put a price on that.

Next year, maybe I can avoid being sick.

(all photos are here.)

(photo courtesy of Wikipedia)

A day or two late, but the sentiment is there.