My birthday was last Monday. And I love my friends. Why? Because they joined me for wine and cheese the night before, and gave me love and books about sex. I think they rock.
And why else? Because they ate the chocolate cake that I made for San. Ordinarily this wouldn't be a test of friendship. However, they made the mistake of letting me bake after having nearly three glasses of wine. If I'm giggling, I should not be cooking. So instead of serving warm cake with ice cream, I put 24 of San's 34 candles into the fresh-out-of-the-oven pan of yumminess. And then I wondered why the candles wouldn't stay up straight. And then I wondered whey the bottoms of the candles were melting when I pulled a couple out to reposition them.
Some moments I am truly a super genius. That night while tipsily baking was not one of those moments.
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