Saturday Cake Save

I was listening to my father tell his co-worker in New York City how he came to be buying a new house this last weekend. He tried to give her the whole story chronologically and I can only imagine what she was thinking. It sounded something like this.

So we were going to Richfield Springs on Saturday to go to some sidewalk sales with Rachel. Rachel rents an office with a lady who's a baker, and Rachel had ordered a cake from this lady to give to her friends Brandon and Bree who live on Main Street, and were having a yard sale. The cake was for some coffee they gave her, or something, kind of like a joke thing, but not really.

So Rachel was dog-sitting her dogs and some extra dogs over the weekend while her boyfriend and his family was at a wedding (**The Robinsons really came out in full effect this weekend while free of the LaBruzzo influence, I might add**) So this bigger dog bit her little dog and her little dog is... fragile, and it wasn't moving around and she thought it was really hurt.

So I was going to take Rachel and the dog to the vet but Mary wanted to keep yard-saling, and the emergency vet was in Sidney and that would have been like driving all the way back to Oneonta, so Rachel decided she was going to drive there herself. Meanwhile Mary jumped in the car with Rachel's friend Brandon to go get this cake that Rachel ordered from her landlord.

Well, you know Mary, they get to talking and her baker/landlord mentions that she just reduced the price on this 1840's schoolhouse and church that she's selling in Roseboom, which is the middle of nowhere. Mary is immediately interested and asks if we can go take a look at it.

So Mary and Brandon show up with the cake. We eat the cake and yard-sale a little more, then we go up to view this property and it's amazing. Everything has been restored. All the utilities are new. It's gorgeous. She put $175,000 into it. Never in our lives would we find a property like this that had NO work that needed to be done. So we told her we'd take it.

There you have it. It all started with a cake, if you will. Or you could say it all started with my parents taking FOREVER to get to my house that day, leaving me to drift off to sleep on the futon in the living room while Slinky made Nelly somewhat aggravated and generally uneasy. I prefer the cake theory. It was quite random. I decided earlier that week that I needed a cake that weekend to bring to Brandon and Bree to make up for some expensive espresso that became mine after being ordered in error.

So you might say it was the espresso -

No. It was definitely the chocolate cake.

In summation, my fragile dog was 100% by the next day, and I think it's rather unfair that she is always the one that has to suffer for the greater good. But that seems to be her lot in the universe. At this point I owe her a lot of cheeseburgers. The Robinsons are moving back to the country in the fall. They will own a church, complete with stained glass and antique pews. All of this because of a cake.