Yesterday was Groundhog’s Day, and today is Great Commercials We Can’t Watch Here In Canada Day, so I was already leaning toward making a cake, but the clincher was when I realized that this weekend is also the celebration of Pinky’s one-and-only Birthaversary.
Yesterday, Juno (Pinky) was 605 days old, or exactly as old as her older brother was when she first arrived on the scene. We celebrated with cake pops. Minus the sticks, because I’m a killjoy — also because, lacking a prehensile tail, I found it impossible to frost these puppies once sticked. Stuck. Oh who cares: chocolate cake!