Grandpa's birthday. Aunt Missy and Uncle Luke gave him a marine survival kit: nonperishable food (small can of spam and crackers) and a flotation device (rubber ducky). I knitted him a shrunken head (he is a phsyciatrist).
We made Grandpa's birt'day cake. It was vanilla with lemon icing, and boy, was it good! The funny part is the cake was Scottish. When I wrote 'Happy Birthday' on it, I left out the 'h' in birthday. It still tasted just as good!
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