First, let me explain why this cake looks the way it does. No, I am not six. But those balloons and that train have been on every single birthday cake in our family for the past 30 years. The train used to have more cars, but now he only claims one faithful caboose. Believe me, this cake was not for the very young, or faint of heart... I nearly put an eight year old into a chocolate coma (not really, but I did serve the pieces on the large size). It was a dark chocolate cake with Hershey's icing, and it satisfied the deepest cravings of my chocolate loving soul.
I also received the sweetest gift from a lady at church today. She made me some chocolate cupcakes with peanut butter icing! I haven't had one yet, but I am looking forward to it!
(Thank you, K.!)
We opened gifts after lunch:
(I love all things Eiffel Tower)
(A cardigan to wear with my favorite gray dress!)
(I think I'm going to be diabetic before 2013...)
And if you know J. even a little bit, you will be able to identify this next gift as totally hers:
It all coordinates! She must have been born under coordinating stars, or something...
I have a little confession to make: She had a set of the mini spatulas at her house, and I sort of fell in love with them. Well, for Christmas, she gave N. a set, and I was jealous. I admit it, freely! When I opened my very own set today, I felt so much better now that I didn't have to harbor bitter feelings that J. had given my gift to N. :)
So maybe I haven't grown up completely...