The family celebrated my mother-in-law's 79th birthday this weekend. I made the cake. Those are two cherries on the top. They look kind of like eyeballs. This cake was as tall as the Empire State Building and weighed as much as an elephant. It took a village to carry it to the table. It wiped out an entire crop of coconuts in Thailand. It had a lemon filling and a marshmallow-like frosting. I'm sure it tasted great, but I like chocolate.
So I ate this piece of cake.
That's the birthday girl and a few of her 8 grandchildren.
This guy crashed the party. Not really. That's my brother-in-law. Someone spiked the punch and he put on a fashion show for us. The jacket belongs to my sister-in-law, but the "High School Musical" bag is his. Not really. But I bet he secretly wishes it was.
Happy Birthday, Tita. . . and many more.