In honor of The Gummer's 74th birthday, she will be writing today's post. Indirectly, anyway.
She just answered the phone with:
"Hello? Thank you...
Sweet 16, ain't never been kissed.
Been screwed a lot, but that was it."
Oh, Gummer, Under all that crunchy coating , you are just sweet little, caramelly, ice creamy goodness.
I should revise that sentence, but the other image that came to mind was a turtle. Now I can't stop thinking how much old people look like turtles.
Wait... if you combine those images, The Gummer is Turtle Tracks ice cream. That's good stuff.
(I love that little old lady. I really, really do.)
This is not her birthday cake. It is Jack's "Rocket to 2nd Grade" cake from May. The Gummer just looks cute here.
This is also not her birthday cake. It is a teeny plaster cake that Jack and I made and gave her as a gift. The Gummer's birthday cake is on the counter upstairs, and it's time for another slice.
Happy birthday, Mom!
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