To the sky without fear.
Sound judgment and roots,
Sweeter than fruits.
With seasons you change,
Isn’t that strange?
Standing tall and strong,
You know you belong.
Many climb for support,
You’re a great sport.
At forty, a young tree,
We must all agree.
Saturday March 6th was Paul's 40th birthday!!!
I had planned to have close friends from Oregon (actually most of them live on our street) over for dinner. I made dinner, made margaritas, and 2 cakes...
The first cake was a coconut cake made from scratch and the second one was a "shit cake". The cake was actually a 4 layer chocolate and white cake with a big pile of "shit" on top. My dad did a great job and I think had fun making the "shit" out of a buttercream and cocoa mix. He really got into this task and made it look very realistic.
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