Hello!
I wasn’t going to blog today. But the phonecalls, dear Lord, the pleas by my family to put something up, please, something light, something fresh. Like a palate cleanser to yesterday’s pot of EMO STEW. If you read it you’ll probably see what they’re talking about. And then I was like, “People! Stop being so needy! You sound like a mummyblogger!”
[In what may be the most ingenious segue ever, I shall invite you to this place where you may click on my miscmum name to vote for me in a competition that has little meaning but is a BIG instigator of needy hand-wringing.]
Oh, it’s also because it’s my birthday. Thirty-Three! What the hell!? Now I shall go and sift through the grounds from this morning’s coffee to divinate what excellence might lie ahead in the year to come.
So this is what 33 looks like.
Excuse me – it’s cake time.
xxx
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Edit: Photo of said baked goods!
