Year old wedding cake.

The best year old cake I’ve ever eaten…

Haven’t had time to post Sunday’s adventure (or tonight’s!) but here is some stuff in the meantime…

1. I am still the voice on the KCSA answering machine. I haven’t been in KCSA since 2003.

2. Sid introduced me to From now on please feel free to lick the screen while viewing my website here.

3. I am seriously still the voice on the KCSA answering machine. I recorded that message in 2002.

4. I think teachers from my high school keep friending me thinking I am one of my sisters.

5. I have picked the something old/new/borrowed/blue for my fake wedding.

6. It took me ten minutes to get into my boots this morning.

7. Tuesday was 24/House night at JoeW and Meredith’s. I can’t watch House because there is too much blood. I can watch horror films all night but put blood and guts and needles into a hospital setting and it will make me ill to watch.

The bigger news of the night was that Joe and Alina brought by year-old wedding cake for us to eat. It was only slightly green…

Year old wedding cake.

Year old wedding cake.

Year old wedding cake.

So does eating someone else’s wedding cake a year later qualify as a good luck thing or something? Like does that mean I will marry within the year? (I mean, JoeW and Meredith ate some and I am pretty sure they will both be getting married within the year, so I think my theory is valid…) Of course, that pretty much means I need to have met my future husband like yesterday.

7b. OK, just because I plan my fake wedding doesn’t mean I really want to get married within the next year. Maybe it can mean that I will meet someone who is nice, funny, and attractive who I want to spend a portion of my time with at some point soon? Is that too much to ask from a piece of cake that has sat in a freezer for way too long?

8. For the record, I was right that people DO freeze the placenta after birth…I did NOT know some of the reasons why

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

  • Jen
    February 5, 2009at10:56 am

    The idea of year old cake really freaks me out. I can’t even drink milk the day before the expiration date.

  • val
    February 5, 2009at11:45 am

    I was VERY skeptical of the cake, but it tasted normal.
    For the record, it was only green because it was key lime flavored, I don’t think it was moldy…

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