This one is for my other brother-in-law Joe. Sometimes I feel like Larry from Newhart, with two brothers-in-law named Joe. But only sometimes. Sometimes I feel like Eloise, from the Kay Thompson books. Yes, I am not making a lot of sense right now, but there are only 4 days left before we leave for vacation and I can't remember where I left my brains. (If you find them, keep them, since they haven't been doing me much good anyway.)
Of course my poor other brother-in-law didn't get to blow out his own candle. Sorry, Joe! Shae didn't even wait for us to SING before she blew out the candle the first time. Three-year-olds. Hmph.
And that cake was seriously delicious -- some kind of Carvel all-chocolate number. Sweet baby Jeebus, I don't eat ice cream cake very often, but whenever I eat Carvel cake I remember what a treat it is, and I understand why Dina Lohan has the problems she has with Carvel.
Anyway, a big ol' HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my other brother-in-law Joe. I hope it's a good one, and that you get to blow out at least one candle by yourself.
(That last picture is just there because it's cute, by the way.)