Sarah's birthday has somehow turned into an entire birthweek, what with everyone vying to show their friendly colours. Birthday coffee, and birthday gifting, birthday dining, birthday drinking, birthday dancing, birthday emails, birthday ecards, birthday texts, birthday sex, and then, of course, belated birthday breakfast.
Friday night was spent elbow deep in cookie dough and muffin gunk.
Saturday, a small, humble, albeit hungry crowd piled into my small, humble yet accommodating apartment, and waited to surprise the birthday girl with one last birthday revelry.
Consumed at leisure were croissants, tea, apple torts a la Moskal, champagne, champagne, champagne, and pastries from Sobey's that Genna "handpicked herself!"
How will we ever top this next year?