Is how old I am today.
As I write this (the night before my actual birthday), I am listening to the sounds of my husband baking me a cake. Everyone that knows us well is reading that sentence again just to make sure they read what they thought they read. See, J. doesn't cook. He's one of those "I make reservations" types.
So far he's called out...
"I cracked an egg with one crack!" (Say it with me: "OoooOOOOOoooOOooHHH!")
"Do we have a mixer?" (That's right, ladies. He's alllll miiiiiine..)
(imitating my sing-songy voice when I'm calling to the girls) "Who wants to lick the beaters?"
and
"It says to put the cake in for 30 minutes...does that sound right?"
Have I ever told you about how I have never been surprised by a birthday ever? Anyway.
Bunny made me a paint-by-numbers picture of a horse. And Wallie? Well, if she puts her shoes on the right feet today I'll be golden.
J.'s chocolate cake with homemade Callebaut chocolate-butter icing. I can't believe my husband made this! Photo by: J. (he was so proud)
