You're bringing a few hundred of the things, aren't you SINS? A hundred or so for me, and what's left over for everybody else? (Just kidding, but I became seriously addicted to rum balls at an early age. My mom found me making them once and I was looped from "tasting" the dough.)

I still haven't a clue what I'm bringing, but it will be edible.

We may have an illegal number of female fiddlin' floozies there. Add Alison and myself.