Work was a day of long meetings and pointless conference calls but I managed to pop in to see Noele long enough to wish her a happy birthday and to eat a piece of the unbelievable red velvet cake that Nelson made and decorated himself. Seriously. He drew that cat. With icing. And he made that icing. And he made the cake. From scratch. You know, with flour and eggs and lots of sugar and stuff? And it was DIVINE. I'm pretty sure he said it has 2 Weight Watcher points per large slice. (Insert Bon Qui Qui, "Is that what you had said?")
Happy Birthday, sweet Noele. Thank you for being hip and fun and for no longer thinking I am the devil that wears Prada. (You don't think that, do you?)
No you din'nt just go Bon Qui Qui on us! I love it!
I will CUT you!
Posted by: b | February 05, 2009 at 08:32 PM
I never, never THOUGHT you were after I met you! I just prayed you were not going to be BEFORE I knew you. I never could have known you would have turned out to be my sunshine. Thank you. I am so lucky fate made us crash together, but even without the Supe Store I am sure we would have been friends if we had randomly met. You are one of the kindest people I know and thanks so much for giving me the "My Monet" gift--Can't wait to use it with you and Margie. Anyone else out there you are very welcome to join us! XOXO
Posted by: noele | February 05, 2009 at 09:51 PM
Homemade, the Cheshire Cat and red velvet and only 2 points a slice? This must be the best cake in existance (or, that used to be in existance).
Posted by: Dani | February 06, 2009 at 09:39 AM
aww, happy birthday noele!! i'm coming down there for MY birthday, i want a cheshire cat cake!!!
Posted by: vanna | February 08, 2009 at 06:53 PM
I've got to get caught up with you, but in the meantime, check out the award for you on my blog! Loves!!
Posted by: Kindredly | February 10, 2009 at 09:23 AM