
Of course, Eric got roped into my craziness and had to build a special display board for the cookies. And he graciously offered to help me set everything up - keeping me calm when I realized, 45-minutes before the party started, that I'd forgotten to bake a freakin' word! It all worked out just fine though. Thank you, dear.
Many years ago, Joe once called me "Betty Crocker on Acid." So I couldn't let him retire without proving him right. Best wishes to a truly great, great guy. May your retirement years be sweet.
