This may seem like a peculiar post but I've been a tinsie bit "put-out" by a former student of mine who is teaching my choreography to others under the pretence that she is the creator. At the end of the day, I put it into perspective that it is not the end of the world, kiss my daughter good nite and relax with a tea. I will create more and I won't stop.
I receive a great chuckle this morning when my best friend sent me this email. Although the story is about a lady and her cake... I could really relate to the message. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Here goes:

Alice was to bake a cake for her church's Ladies' Groupbake sale in her new home town, but she forgot about it until the last minute. She remembered it the morning of the bake sale and after rummaging through cabinets, she found an angel food cake mix and quickly made it while drying her hair and dressing and helping her son Bryan pack up for Scout camp. When Alice took the cake from the oven, the center dropped flat and the cake was horribly disfigured. She said, "Oh dear,there's no time bake another cake."
This cake was so important to Alice because she did so want to fit in at her new church, and in her new community of new friends. So, being inventive, she looked around the house for something to build up the centre of the cake. Alice found it in the bathroom, a roll of toilet paper. She plunked it in and then covered it with icing. Not only did the finished product look beautiful, it looked perfect! Before she left the house to drop the cake by the church and head forwork, Alice woke her daughter Amanda and gave her some money and specific instructions to be at the bake sale the minute it opened at 9:30, and to buy this cake and bring it home. When the daughter arrived at the sale, she found that the attractive, perfect cake had already been sold! Amanda grabbed her cell phone and called her mother. Alice was horrified. She was beside herself. Everyone would know! What would they think of her? She would be ostracized, talked about, ridiculed. That night Alice was laying awake in bed thinking about people pointing their fingers at her and talking about her behind her back. The next day Alice promised herself that she would try not to think about the cake and she would attend the fancy luncheon/bridal shower at the home of a friend of a friend and try to have a good time there. She did not really want to attend because the hostess was a real snob who more than once had looked down her nose at Alice because she was a single parent and not from one of the founding families of the town. Having already RSVP'd, she could not think of a believable excuse tostayaway. The meal was elegant, the company was definitely upper crust ... suddenly, Alice was horrified to see her cake was presented for dessert! Alice felt the blood drain from her body when she saw it being brought in. She started out of her chair to rush to the hostess and tell her all about it, but before she could get to her feet, the Mayor's wife said,"What a beautiful cake!" "Thank you", said the snobby hostess, "I baked it myself!" Alice sat back and smiled, "GOD IS GOOD".