I'm #2 (or My Cole Slaw is Crap)

I'm #2... Wait. Well, you know what I mean. I'm #2 on the Current Bestsellers list at The Wild Rose Press. Not, you know, number two.

I took a moment this morning to pause for an "eeee" when I saw that. But now it's back to business. This weekend I am hosting a birthday party for my mother-in-law, helping my parents move, and attending a Hamfest. Sometime in there, maybe I will be able to breathe once or twice. Before 6 pm I must:

Find a birthday present. (I know. I'm the worst daughter-in-law ever for not finding a birthday present yet.)
Make delicious cole slaw. (More difficult than you might think because, well, it's cole slaw and inherently non-delicious.)
Make delicious hamburger patties.
Come up with an appetizer because, silly me, I bought all my groceries yesterday but forgot the essential appetizer.
Attempt to take the cling wrap off the cupcakes without squashing the frosting more than it has already been squashed by my cupcake-challenged covering job of yesterday.
Clean the patio furniture. (Yes, it rained yesterday, but I promise everything will be covered in a thick layer of green nastiness before 6 pm.)

I'm tired already.

But, on the plus side, Skye, friend of wonder, has offered to help move stuff on Saturday. She is awesome like that. Think she'd make some cole slaw for me too if I asked pretty?