You do the math!
My husband keeps saying that he’s getting OLD.
Because I am and will always be 4 ½ years older, I resent that. How could he be old when clearly, I am not?
No girlfriends! Phew!
Mathematically it’s impossible.
Still.
His cake does appear to be groaning under the weight of all those candles.
And get a load out of Baby Anthony’s eyes!
He’s like, “Dude! That’s a LOT of fire.”
Happy Birthday, Honey! Thank you for having your birthday on Sunday so that we could have our cake and eat it, too.
We love you!
Ed. Note: For those of you who are interested, I used this recipe for the cake and this recipe for the ganache frosting. Both were exceedingly yummy.
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