I can't help it. Every time I look at those graduation photos, all I can think about... is rage. In fact, all I can do is rage. Inexplicable rage.

A more pleasant note: my mother heated up my bean bag for my ankle but was busy when the microwave dinged. A moment later, I hear the microwave open and close... and my brother wanders into my room holding the bean bag. He's a precious one.

postscript: maple syrup and almond cake is divine. tastes like madeira cake
(http://www.grouprecipes.com/18417/maple-syrup-cake.html)... replaced the pecans/walnuts with almonds. added some texture.