Yesterday was my Grandma's birthday. I don't know when it is appropriate to say how old a woman is. If a woman looks like she's in her forties or fifties you don't ask, but if a woman is 100 then it's okay. Let's just say my Grandma is somewhere between forty and a hundred.

I decided to bake her a cake. Since I hadn't really bought her a present I figured that could be my contribution. I got up early and went to the store to buy all the ingredients and then made a 6-layer Italian cream cake with pineapple frosting. It was a big hit! Everyone in my family loves coconut and since that's one of the main ingredients I knew I couldn't go wrong. It was such a success that today at work when we were eating some of the left-overs one of my coworkers asked if I would bake her one, and she would pay me. So now I'm thinking I should be a professional baker (watch out Ace of Cakes).

Anyway, we went to dinner with my dad, my uncle, my grandma and my step-mom Christie. While we were eating my dad was telling a story about how he saw on the news this guy in Tennessee has 21 kids from 11 different women, to which my grandma replied, "he needs to keep it in his pants.." I love that my grandma says stuff like that.