Tomorrow is my birthday, and for the second year in a row, Mr. Frick will be heading out of town. His reasons are legit- he's accepting a Major Award (sadly not as home decor-iffic as this one)- but I am no less bummed. The pouting began a couple of weeks ago, and on Saturday Mr. Frick and the Biscuit went out on a mysterious errand and came back with the edible half of this:
Fiberlicious! That's Claudia Hand Painted Yarns in Chocolate Cherry and my birthday cake, a dark chocolate and cherry brandy confection from the Heidelberg Pastry Shoppe.
The cards began to arrive today and things brightened up a bit more, as my lovely Jane (the most creative and- dammit, girl!- tragically blogless gal know) decided to see to it that, though I can't see my toes, they would be beautifully cared for with a pedicure in the near future. My parents anted up two Friday night "sleepover tickets" for the Biscuit (translated = Cobblestone time), Beth and I are working out a playdate to ease the loneliness, and I've convinced my sister to bring the baby up on Saturday. So all is well. And the icing on the cake? I've touched birthday tiaras together with this gal and this one, and in a Wonder Triplets explosion of bloggy Leo goodness, we've come up with a little something for all of you! Stay tuned here, there, and there for posts on the 14th. You may, if you're lucky, end up with the fiberliciousness pictured above. But not the cake. I ate that.
This just in. Birthday flowers, too. The pouting- it works.