Sunday morning rum cake

It's Sunday morning, I've caught up on long overdue LJ reading, slept in, cuddled with my husband and my dogs already,  and the smell of a rum cake is wafting up the stairs to my nose.  What could be more perfect?  (Ok other than eating the rumcake, which is for a party this afternoon).

Oh wait, shopping!  It's what I'm doing once the rum cake is out of the oven.  But just a quick trip, I swear.