Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Now THERE'S a cake to drool over. Checking out the recipe now. Happy birthday. Oh, I forgot, old age brings hearing loss......HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
What a scrumptious cake!Hope you manage to get something close to that for your day ;)
Oh, JT, you MUST go out and get yourself some sweetness like this!!!A HUGE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVOURITE REDHEAD FOR TOMORROW!!!We'll all be thinking of you...Love us
To the Sweetheart of Blogging.Jahteh.Thank you so very much for your kindness to me. Happy Birthday, you dear, dear, lady.-Robert.
And I notice you've had a slice of that cake already.
So Ole Copper's been taking polaroids of the piece de (non) resistance I have secreted in the not so nether regions of my Y-fronts.OK, so I'm desperate man, but I do know that the way to a woman's heart is quelque chose sweet, chocolatey and not good for you.
"I wish I had the arse to make this..."Eat the cake and your wish will come true. Of course, you've got to blow out the 110 candles on it first, so we might be here all night...
... and it's happy birthday from all of us here at Yarralumla.(And may all your birthdays come at once at bath time tonight.)
River, I've never been game to make it but it looks decadent.Black Forest cake from Fergusson Plarre should do it and I'll eat your piece Jayne.Thank you girls, I can't believe that adorable Miss C is nearly a year old and I'll be here to see the sibling arrive.Rh, always the romantic. I'll eat a cake for you too.Sedgwick, how dare you put cake and your Y-fronts in the same sentence. The EEEWWWWWWWWWWWW factor is incalcuable although from rumuors I've heard you'd have enough room since there's not much else there.Just for that Fleetwood, I'm eating both pieces of your cake.Sedgwick you've just outdone yourself. It's been my dream for a long time to drown you in a bath.I'm now going to look for the hidden camera in my bathroom since that bum is definitely mine.
I'm ringing the RSPCA about that poor wombat ... oh and Happy Bird Day dear Coppy, may all your impact craters come at once.
... can you get me the phone number of the wombat?This blog is going to be some pretty funny reading on your 70th birhday too ... wishing you Many Happy Returns of the post !
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