One more year in the continuous aging process

Aha- so I am now a year older. These things happen I’ve found- usually once a year in fact. So to honor myself, and because I love to have parties and a b-day is always a good excuse, Mike and I threw me a party. The theme -also important to determine for parties- was CAKE! Mmmmm, cake. I decided since this was probably the last year that I would have uninterrupted time to bake cakes for quite some time, that I should really go all out. Get jiggy wit’ it as they say. I made 4 count them, 4 types of cake: Carrot, lemon, ultimate chocolate and brownie meltaways, which are brownies covered with butter cream frosting that is then covered with unsweetened chocolate. Mmmmm. We did some serious grocery beforehand and many pounds of butter were purchased.

I’m happy to say that the cakes all turned out quite delicious and were happily eaten by guests. Also, not all the cake was eaten so Mike and I have happily eaten left over cake as well. In my book everyone wins!

The other joyous surprise of the evening was that Mike got me a print I’d really wanted. We had gone to the Torpedo Factory few weeks earlier, and I’d fallen in love with a fish print. It was a fish — one of my favorites — and it had personal ads inside of it — something else I love. So we didn’t get it at the time, but I spent all week bemoaning that I didn’t have a fish print and I needed a fish print, and we should go buy the fish print and wouldn’t life be better with a fish print? and so on. We went back the next weekend- and it was sold! I was greatly depressed but I still went on — sans fish print. However, I found out on my b-day that the fish print had been sold to my beloved husband who went back to surprise me ’cause he’s just that good. So not only did I have 4 kinds of delicious cake to eat on my birthday, my life was vastly improved by a fish print! Oh, and I wore my tiara. The trifecta of happiness!!img_3546.JPG

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