My birthday month celebration came to an end yesterday as we celebrated my 45 years of existance in this wonderful galaxy.
I'm a cake snob.
In most situations I'm a humble down to earth girl who buys her clothes at thrift shops and drives a 14 year old Honda. But if I'm going to eat four million calories I want every damn one to be worth the extra pound I'm going to gain. Dammit! For the last 4 years I've been going to the fanciest bakery in the county and I buy the most expensive cake I can find. As you can see, there was some serious psychological birthday drama in my childhood so this is my therapy. I'm convinced that a trip to France's bakeries will cure me from my birthday hang ups.
Soy una taza, ¡un cucharón!
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