Happy Birthday to Me

I've been hiding. Have you noticed?

Behind a BIG slice of worm pie. It has other names. Like "Grandma's Surprise" and other names that might turn your family-friendly internet filter on that I won't mention here, comparing it to things best left unmentioned on a family-friendly blog.

It's delicious. And it was mostly mine. I'm not apologizing for eating more of it than almost anyone else at Christmas.

It's my birthday month, after all.

My mother-in-law, God bless her soul for making me that dessert, stuck my candle in the last slice of worm pie (named thus after the chocolate shavings on the top). They sang me a happy birthday song... and I ate every tiny last bite of it.

Chocolate pudding and whip cream bliss. In a snowflake bowl.

And tonight there will be Mexican food.

I'm getting too fat for anything but head shots. So my daughter took this nice head shot of me eating my wonderful worm pie. I look better in bokeh.

I hope you'll be here when I decide to come back. Right now the holidays are still keeping me in a whirlwind crazy state...

... but definitely WELL FED.

Crazy and fat. I'm sure there will be New Years Resolutions to follow.