Don’t panic. Today is my 42nd birthday which I plan to celebrate, in part, with the poundcake that arrived in the mail yesterday. My mother is a wonderful woman, in case you hadn’t guessed that. She sends me a poundcake for my birthday every year, without fail. The poundcake is mostly harmless.
For those of you who were at the Shades of Milk and Honey launch party, it’s that cake. Mmm…
Happy Birthday
Hipy papy bthudy!
I was at that launch, and I think that pound cake may very well be the answer to life, the universe, and everything. So you’re very close, indeed. Happy birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Happy birthday!!
Happy Birthday! 42 is a good age to be.
A very happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
Have a wonderful birthday!
Brilliant post! Happy Birthday Mary!
Happy Birthday. Really, 42 was a very good year for me. We’ll see about 50, which is this year.
Happy birthday, Mary! I’m 42 as well. I love having been born in November 1968, opening my eyes for the first time and gazing upon a beaming hippie!! We were fortunate, were eased into the world of computers slowly . . . raised in an age where libraries reigned supreme.