I must tell you a true story--it just happened. I have said many times on the Countdown that I do not like or use the "s" (stupid) word. It grates on my nerves. Well, this morning, around 7 a.m. or so, you probably heard me shout it from the roof tops. You see, I got up early to make a "from scratch" cake. I put in the VERY LAST ingredient (the final cup of flour) and something was niggling in my brain. I went to my flour sack (a plastic bag I use to put the flour in when I put it in the freezer). For some reason, I decided to taste the flour. Well, it wasn't flour at all but powdered sugar!!!!! I had to start over and redo the cake. Luckily, I had a brand new bag of flour and enough buttermilk to make another one! I really wanted this cake to turn out because I am taking it out to the pharmacy staff at Wal-Mart. They have been so gracious to us every single time we have a prescription. They go out of their way to get my medicine ready in less than an hour, every single time. So, I went to one of my old Southern Living standbys that I have made over 40 times. But STUPID kicked in before I could even finish. Thank goodness I decided to try the flour (finally) or the pharmacy would have had a "cake" of cooked frosting! Hubby let me blame it on chemo brain. Do you guys still want to be my friend?