Cake

Only because it is done.  This cake will be the death of me.  I hope it tastes ok.  It looks beautiful, because dammit I slaved over it.  Why?  Who knows?  We should have just bought one like every other office birthday.  I guess 50 is important.  It better not mess up when I drive to work.  The weather is supposed to be the opposite of beautiful.  I hope my outdoor Christmas tree stands tall during the forthcoming “winter storm”.