The Finishing Touch

A few months ago I told you I went to a ladies scrapbooking wknd and I was making an album for my mom's 60th birthday. Horray! I am down to the last pages and putting the final touch on it. On Saturday evening we are taking her out for supper and giving her the book. She is suspicious a scrap book is coming because some photo albums were missing. My mom cleans weekly! Then she noticed some baby books were missing because she wanted to look up thyphoid fever because her grand daughter had a case of it. Guess where the baby books are! On top of the medical book on the top shelf of her closet! GRRR! She says she is not like her two children Judy & Merlin who need to figure everything out! I laugh at this because the other weekend she went into her fruit cellar to put some groceries away. There she sees a big white cake box. Surely they wouldn't put my cake in my own house she thinks. She is curious enough to check and sees that it was a cake for her niece that is turning 16 and lives next door to her. My aunt was hiding the cake so it would not be found. Now just where do you think we inherited our curiosity and intuitiveness from?