Aunt Rissy really needs to plan her quantities better! How can anyone expect me to make 20 donuts last five whole days? What, am I Jenny Craig or something?
If I wasn’t afraid she would smack me upside the head (yes, that’s kind of a southern thing) I would kindly suggest she make more next time.
If she’s on the internet tonight, this may be my last post.












After an 18 month adventure through the catacombs of the medical system, I was formally diagnosed with Celiac Disease. The bright side of that journey is that I know 3,712 nasty and horrible conditions that I do NOT have. 
You should learn to make them!
Teach a man to fish, etc.
But then I would have to get off the couch! KIDDING! I am so blessed that Aunt Rissy is such a caring and giving person! But as you can tell, we do like to kid around!
I wasn’t trying to give you a hard time, just making the too-easy joke. In fact, I do all the cooking around here myself. It’s really sweet that you look after each other so much.