thursday was my mom’s birthday. today we’re celebrating, as we always do the saturday after birthdays. my brothers and i decided to get her a gift certificate for a massage, as she’s never had one and always said she’d like one. joe and i are framing a picture of us to give her as well.

and i baked her a cake. well, tried to at least. i must be the only 25-year-old in the world who can’t bake a cake. it stuck to the pan, to the plates and to my hands as i put the top cake on top of the bottom one, which appears to be sunken in in the middle. then, the cake started coming apart as i put the frosting on (although i’ve always had that problem.

i wonder if my wonderful baking skills have anything to do with the two shots of rum joe and i had before and during the baking. hmmm…nah.