Yuletide!

So, the good news is that I've finished my Yuletide story.

The bad news is that I don't have a freaking clue what to call the sucker.

::sigh::

I suppose struggling with titles makes me appreciate the few that come easily all the more.

Best. Birthday Cake. Ever!

For the past three years, I've have (jokingly) been telling the Sweetie I just want Howard Donald for my birthday. This year, he came through. In cake form, anyway:



He's spent the last few weeks Googling pictures of Howard Donald, and working with our local bakery on the design. (The caption stands for Happy Howard Donald Birthday PRZ, in case you're wondering.) This all explains why for the last few weeks he would just randomly say "That Howard Donald is a handsome man," every once in a while.

He is truly the best Sweetie ever.

( Below the cut, me with my lovely cake. )