This is an old picture, but not that much has changed. The girls are bigger and Love Man is still crazy. We are all still crazy.
This organization that I am in with the girls had a meeting for Miss Brunette's class. We were supposed to submit a recipe that has a family significance. I submitted whacky cake. I was raised on it. My girls are being raised on it.
Several of the mom's quipped at the meeting that they were not surprised that I was submitting a whacky cake. Evidently, they find me whacky, too. That sort of offended Miss B. I said, "well, we are whacky." "Well, they didn't have to say it like that." I was seriously not offended. It was a good laugh and better than being compared to liver and onions or prunes or depression cake. It could be a lot worse.
