ST Lucy'S birthdaY partY

Yesterday was St. Lucy's Official Feast Day, so of course we Kalbs partied hardily.  Here's the evidence:

First the preparation phase.  It began when Jacqueline chose one of her many dolls and asked if she could have a box to put it in.  When you live with Jacqueline you get used to such requests and don't even think to ask "why?"  It was a pretty big (and floppy) doll, so it needed a big box.  Fortunately the goose is getting fat, so there was a large box to be found.  

Later that night I heard a strange sound in the hallway, and when I went to investigate Jacqueline was wrapping the big box with the big floppy doll in it in Christmas paper.

After the wrapping, she put the box in her room.  

Intermission.  Jacqueline had been to see Clara's Dream with her mom, and one of the actors in the piece was the offspring of a friend of mine.  (Obscurity here to protect the young and innocent.  The E-Street Shuffle is on his own, though.)  I told Jacqueline about that, and when I was out on the back porch having a smoke she went into my cell phone directory and called my friend, then talked to his offspring & invited him/her to come over to the Kalb Manse for a visit.  That, of course, meant that they were now best friends.  Return to text. 

When I went into her room the next morning I saw that she had written a note & taped it to the package:  

& then the new best friend's name, then 

(I've parted it out so that you can't see the name of the new best friend.)  Pretty darned cute, eh?  I'm particularly fond of the "contents" bit.

And then there was the making of the cake.  Jacueline cracked the eggs, poured in the cake mix & added the water.  I added the "butter."  Jacqueline stirred the mix with a spoon (seems that my mixer--which I bought when I was single--was part of the divorce settlement, mmm hmmmm), and I put it into the oven.  While it was baking,  Jacqueline took care of the bowl clean up.

 

And let me tell you, that was one clean bowl.  I'm only going to wash it for form's sake.

Friday morning Jacqueline icinged the cake and later that day the party got going:

And a splendid time was had by all.

The End

 
BTW  
Words to the wise:  If you're at a party and St. Lucy comes by and offers you some "deviled eggs" from her platter, pass on it.  That girl has a wicked sense of humor.  Trust me--I found out the hard way.  (Or should I say the soft, squishy way?)