So, I was so thrilled to have moved up in rank on Cre8buzz to a single digit number, that I thought a celebration was in order, and what's a celebration without cake? My children are all so proud of me (but they could be faking for the sake of German chocolate cake), and my husband said he always knew I was a "top ten girl". I'm #9! I'm #9!
Lyndsay baked the cake for me. It has nine 9's, with each of the smaller 9's being made of nine chocolate chips each. She gets that pesky little OCD thing from me. tee hee.
If we look a little grubby, that's only because we'd just gotten back from walking nine victory laps around the track at the high school. Kidding! What do you think I am, some kind of freak? We only did 6! (which is an upside-down 9.) Here we all are, holding up nine fingers each! What a cheerleading squad I've got!