The birthday girl and her cake.

Tradition here is that we make, well I should say, the birthday person usually makes thier cake. This year, K wanted a giant oreo cookie...so dark chocolate cake mix and a huge bowl of homemade buttercream icing later - Oreo cake.

It was good too.

According to her, "the best ever"

Til something else comes along.

Trying hard not to dump a whole batch of bitterness and anger into this post that is just sitting on the surface of me right now. Writing helps, but this post is about K. Or as her father sees her, just another one of the $ signs running around the house.

I will stop now.