Saturday morning: It was cold; it was wet and I was just not feeling the weather.
Saturday evening: It was cold; it was wet but I couldn't care less and this is the reason why.
Old-fashioned Chocolate cake, darling - plenty of good for the soul.
Yes I realize 'Christmas is still on' in my house and shame on me for not tending to the post-holiday ritual of taking down the tree. But would you look at the cake - Who can think 'tree' when we have 'cake', right? I knew you'd understand, poppet.
P.S The cake was for a dear friend's birthday. Her delight at the cake was obvious but I also hope that it scored with Rosie, our baby to be.
A few short weeks later: We have now discovered that Rosie is a boy, and according to his Mommy, showing signs of indignation over being referred to as a baby girl. Yes, he can hear us in there!!
P.S The cake was for a dear friend's birthday. Her delight at the cake was obvious but I also hope that it scored with Rosie, our baby to be.
A few short weeks later: We have now discovered that Rosie is a boy, and according to his Mommy, showing signs of indignation over being referred to as a baby girl. Yes, he can hear us in there!!
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