It's a family name

My older sister has created a monster of the dessert kind. She made this eclair cake for Easter that had graham crackers, Cool Whip, vanilla pudding and chocolate frosting, and it was just delicious. So after Easter, J kept saying he wanted more, so I found the recipe and made another one on Sunday afternoon. It's already gone. It took me and J less than 60 hours to eat an entire cake. Gah. But, I'm telling you, it's really deceiving because all the Cool Whip is so light and airy that you don't get really filled up, so you end up eating a third of it before you realize what you just did. It's the dessert of the devil, I kid you not. And I figure I'll make another one on Friday. Mwa ha ha!

I'm going to try to hold it together today and not read any more stories about the Virginia Tech victims. The one about the Holocaust-surviving teacher who sacrificed himself for his students just ripped my heart out. But the more I hear about the shooter, the more disturbed I get. He really sounded messed up. I don't know what he was so angry about, but I wish somebody had managed to get him on valium much earlier in life.