I'm not a gambling woman. Not to say that I'm at all conservative. I just prefer to do my homework and go with a sure thing. Now that I've shared that side of my personality, you'll be surprised to hear what I did this weekend.
It was the big party, remember. The Mr. turned 50, and I went on a cake baking marathon the week before to make his birthday cake wish come true. Three cakes in four days to be precise. Oh, the damage to my waistline, though it could've been worse had it not been for the willingness of my neighbors to take the surplus off my hands.
Well, I found myself in the kitchen the morning before, ready to bake the cakes—frosting would happen the next day, only to find I was out of baking powder. Yeah, I know, real genius, right? It was so cold out, and frankly the idea of leaving my cozy, warm apartment was not at all what I had in mind. I hadn't even had my morning coffee.

