Time Keeps on Slippin'

With last week's celebration of my daughter's twelfth birthday, May came to an official close. I survived Birthday Month. Four cakes later, and I am still standing. Barbie cakes for the twins, carrot cake for the husband, and . . .

. . . not that you can tell from this picture, but

that's a cake in the shape of an ice skate.

Hey, I never claimed to be the Cake Boss.

Who cares what it looks like,

as long as it tastes good, right?

Dinner last night: manicotti

Exactly two years ago:

Just When I Thought I Was Out, They Pull Me Back In

Exactly three years ago:

Summer Evening

Exactly four years ago:

My Daughter, the Intimidator