My school just hosted a pancake supper to raise money for our secretary. She's recently been diagnosed with breast cancer [she also has spots in her lungs and her liver which the doctors have determined aren't cancer--but it's still scary] and it's spreading to her skeletal system. This lady is like a second mom to me, I call her kids my older brother and younger sister, we're that close. So, we made a ton of pancakes, just for her. We expected to have less than 100 people come and eat pancakes, there was more than 300. How awesome is that?! Seriously. I ran around in high heels for hours pouring syrup into dixie cups on tables and making pancake batter and cooking sausage, and cleaning tables. But it was well worth it...though I do currently smell like Aunt Jemima vomited on me. [laughing] I'm off to go wash the pancake smell out of my clothes. If you all are religious can you spare a prayer [or two] for the dear lady who has cancer. I'm afraid I can't tell you her name, but know she's the sweetest lady you could ever know, and she just radiates Jesus' love.