the birthday is over

I guess I have to admit that finally, my birthday is over. I think I stretched it out as long as I could. Everything we bought and ate for weeks was "my birthday," extending to the copy of Vogue I picked up at the checkout line yesterday.

The tiny carrot cake before:

and after:

I like letting everyone pick out there own type of ice cream. Although hub's always turns out better than mine...

Today, we are going to drive halfway across Texas to return the boys (and tonight we are going to take RockBand back out).