Yea, so I did what I wanted to do is to go mountain biking for my birthday. And I endured the traditional party. Now a secret party were snuggles built me a cake without processed flour or any sugar. Those things smell like dirty baby diapers to me now.
The only problem is that I wet wild and ate too much. I rolled around nursing a huge stomach all afternoon in a coma. Oh, but it was so good.
Why a third party? Well because we were home in Montana now and I had some cards sitting in the mailbox.
Will I ever do it again? Naw … been there got that tee shirt. Eating an entire cake that is. Maybe something more modest next time.