When I lived in Tennessee, my mom would send me an orange jello cake every year for my birthday. One year I opened it and it was full of ants! The next year she and my dad decided to visit and bring me my cake. It snowed so much that they had to get a hotel room on their way to visit. They were snowed in for two days. My dad ate half my cake. (I didn't mind. I was so happy to see them!)Good morning JanieMom did get her fruitcake yesterday. She said she wasn't going to open it until Christmas Day and then have some of it with her morning coffee. The package of baked goods will be late but that means they just last longer, right?