The cake was a success (well, how could it not be with three sticks of butter in the frosting, and three sticks of butter in the cake itself?).
It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, and you are napping, having had a rough night last night adjusting to the new environment. Michael and Gwyn are here. John and Ruth just arrived and are at the farmer's market with Daddy. I'm getting ready to make him his White Vanilla Cake with Strawberry Buttercream Meringue Frosting, and tonight we'll grill burgers and hot dogs on the grill, and wash it down with some cold beers. The kiddie pool is full and waiting for you to splash around in. The hydrangea are bursting. The rope swing is swaying in the breeze, and I couldn't be happier.