Razzamatazz and a Rootie Toot Toot
So over the weekend, D was celebrating her birthday, (44 doncha know - We are all 44 in our office, apart from those who are less than 44).
Because of the adverse rate of return on the celebration of birthday's when you are (ahem) 44, D had to take Monday and Tuesday off to recover, and so today had to be cake day.
My cakes are a bit hit and miss but the people in the office seem to like them - let's face it, if you wave anything with sugar in it at them, they like it, and I hide the problems of the cakes (my cakes have the same deformities as my knitted animals), with lots of icing, so these are very, very sweet.
We kept it quite and to ourselves downstairs, because there was an excess of people upstairs (we live downstairs) and there certainly wouldn't have been enough to go round.
I sung, D blew the candles, and then we did geometrically diverse algorithms in order to ensure we got the most out of the cake.
And then we ate it.
Happy Birthday!
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