37

Jer and I are both now 37. That's a weird number. I think I'll like 38 better. :-) I decided there was no way I was going to make my own cake for the bazillioneth time this year, then I realized I would have no cake if I insisted on being a stubborn brat, so I made it and let the kids decorate it. Seriously, I am not about to give up frosting just for the pleasure of being a martyr. See the great wisdom of my age. :-) Speaking of frosting--I am not sure if I've blogged about this yet...so ignore me if I have. Just a few days before my birthday, Jer and I went to this wedding reception where they had these gorgeous cupcakes that had more frosting on the top than there was cake on the bottom. Oh.my.genius. I ate an entire chocolate one. It was awful of me. Four people could have eaten the thing. But forget that. So I mention it to the kids and Nick goes, "Was it Gigi's?" We heard that name at the reception but I wondered how he knew it. Apparently on some seminary outing in Nashville, their teacher took them to a Gigi's cupcake place and they got these brilliant things. Then on my birthday, my neighbor/visiting teacher brought me a single Gigi's cupcake (caramel sugar baby was the flavor I think) and I ate an ENTIRE one again. And it was even better than the chocolate one. This is one company that knows how much frosting should be on a cupcake. This is also one company I must shun if I plan to live to see 40.