out to panchita's #3 again, this time to celebrate susan's seventieth birthday.
tim got a little rambunctious with diane. but he just luvs pushin her buttons.
we were all so proud of susan being able to blow out the candle on her own.
brought a tear to my eye:
unfortunately, carrie and i had to help her eat. the cake. it was just too much for susan to handle on her own, dear thing:
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I just stumbled onto your blog and wanted to congratulate you on your marriage--your hubby is HOT!!! You also have my dream job.
I love your blog, and will be bookmarking it.
Loving the fact that you have real pictues/people on your blog... and the cake looks damn good...similar to something we had at Gary Danko the last time we were there.
aha cute mister
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70th birthday? Well no wonder the poor dear couldn't eat all of her cake. Her teeth are probably all gone. It's good that you were along to help :)
I heard seventy is the new thirty.
And hip replacements are the new botox.
You heard it here first.
It's nice to see you balanced the cake with Diet Coke.
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