Well, this is a helluva way to end a Whole3o, isn’t it?
No, I didn’t taste the cake – I wasn’t so anxious to see the end of the 30 days to gluten-bomb myself. I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid.
Oh, hush up.
Anyhoo, one of my co-workers is throwing a big bash birthday party for her oldest daughter tomorrow, so I made her a cake. She’s in the first grade and very much a girlie-type girl, so I made her a girlie-type cake. Which is my very favorite kind, to be honest.
And on that note, we’re off to deliver the cake, then head down to Columbus for our date tonight.
Have a great weekend, y’all.