Happy Birthday, Mama!

Today was my dear muh-ma’s birthday. I won’t say how old she is, but I WILL say that based on the genetics I inherited (and my diligent use of anti-aging products on both my face and neck [the neck is key, friends!]) I will probably be able to play high school until I’m 30. I could bring this talent to Toronto and with the right head shot, I think I’m a shoo in to play a teen who’s internet bullied into suicide on “Degrassi”. A plum role, indeed.

Anyway, I made my mom this cake and it turned out looking like a mix of “Troop Beverly Hills” and the last half of “That Thing You Do” interpreted through a baked good.