So the 'rents are having a get-together (Christians, ya heard of 'em?). And I was in charge of making a cheesecake that Mom would cut into bite size squares for everyone. Well, last night I spent three hours making it. How did it turn out? I don't know, ask the dog.
So after Clive ate about half of a cheesecake, I went to bed, woke up and came down to find the remainder of the cheesecake--no, not in the trash--but cut into bite-size squares for everyone.
...don't tell!
~"Oh Calm Down, Their Mouths are Cleaner than Ours" Damon