The cake my mother sent? Delicious. Goes perfectly with hot coffee. Ice cream optional.
I know, it sounds like the beginning of a joke, right? Or as Sky said, “It’s a great opening line.” She’s right of course. But the thing is, my mother, queen of birthday surprises, really did send me a cake.
We haven’t sliced it yet, but the delivery form says there’s chocolate underneath the buttercream frosting.
Oh! And the flowers from yesterday? They were from my good friend Deb.