A few posts back someone asked for a picture of the space shuttle cake. It is appropriate to post, as the shuttle is supposed to go today. We’ll spend the day at Greg’s family’s house. (Greg does rockets, not the shuttle.) They live on a lake, and the tradition is to ski, watch fireworks, and tell stories about the previous years’ mishaps. Our favorite is the one about the neighbor who ran his Seadoo into his boathouse and left a cartoon-like impression in the side. The story gets better every time we tell it. Every family has their stories, and this is one of ours.

At Thanksgiving with my family, we always mention the time my grandmother (God-rest-her-soul) said when all was quiet, “This is the WORST dressing I ever put in my mouth.” We always use the line, whether or not the dressing is good.

I bet you didn’t know that I could water ski.

Space Shuttle Cake   2002