Chris and the kids came up with the best cake design ever for my birthday yesterday (even if I couldn't eat it because it had yucky whipped frosting)! Jeffrey Dallas, baby! No, it didn't come with any hot Kool-Aid or a plate of Akbar and the birthday song is not stuck inside my head . . . Oh, well. At least Jeffrey here didn't move for the red-eye flash. Other than that we really didn't do anything. Chris can make up for it when we go to Florida in April, all expenses paid by his work (he was a top customer service score-er last year!) and stay in a nice hotel.
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