Or “birthday” past, to be precise. I gave my camera to a friend last night so he could continue to terrorize everyone with threats of pictures. (His camera had run out of battery.) When I was flipping through the photos he took this morning–most of them extremely awkward–I found these:
Yes. This is indeed as it appears to be. Evidence that my troublesome roommate is still up to her old tricks.
For my birthday (way back in September–see how old these photos are?), she made me almond cupcakes with salted buttercream icing garnished with heart-shaped strawberry slices. That’s right. She cut strawberries into hearts. I was powerless to resist.
- Choose your roommates wisely. Hooray skilled bakers!
- Having a kitchen rocks. Hooray Apartment Village!