I don't think I posted this cause its just deja vu junk in the broom closet, but, two brooms called me last week and wanted to know when we were celebrating Wee's birthday because she was bringing a cake. (to recap and for newbies, she always bought cakes for her kids and gradkid's birthdays. They look pretty, but my crew doesn't eat them. In my home, before the Brooms, I had always let the kids pick their cake (often from the Wilton magazine), which has almost always been homemade, and if so, they can help make it. Don't think I've ever had a request for a store cake. So when husband and I got together, the big boys were teenagers, and I continued to let the kids chose their cake. Then, of course, cgfg wanted to pick her own cake. And then, naturally, two brooms and I butted heads, because she wasn't about to give up her tradition of buying a grocery store cake. The kids almost always would chose a homemade cake - cgfg even asked for a cake baked in a dutch oven last year - without even frosting! In the past, I tried to ask two brooms not to buy another cake, and get something else instead, but she insists on the cake, and even when we've had the other homemade cakes that the kids requested, she brings the grocery store cake, anyway. Last year, Wee didn't even want a cake. I took the cake she brought to work uncut, and the people at work ate it while Wee and I were in California.) I made no attempt to fight this year. Its a stupid, pointless arguement. I told her I'd let her know at least 2 days in advance so she could get the cake. I called her 2 days in advance to tell her when and where we were having Wee's birthday dinner. He wanted me to make a cake that looked like legos (made from cakes baked in a loaf pan and small cupcakes). I said no because grandma two brooms was bringing a cake. Guess what? No cake.