Ooooh, you could cut the tension with a knife.

I have this friend whom I shall call Bridget.  She is brilliant.  Warm, genuine and a strong advocate of the colour orange (to the extent that when I had a party in the house she bought me every orange thing she could see whilst in Tesco buying beer).  She is also, at this moment in time, waiting for her daughter to say YES to a marriage proposal that is coming her way.  

The reason we know there is a proposal on the way is due to the fact that Bridget was asked to bake that cake you can see at the top of this post.  How sweet is that?  Pardon the pun.

Basically, at the moment in time, there are thirty odd (very odd) die hard romantic cake makers all waiting anxiously for her to scream YES and ring her ma so she can tell us and we can all jump up and down and marvel at young love.  Sigh.

Unfortunately though, the feckers have obviously ordered a proper meal and are stuffed, which is why they haven't ordered dessert (the cake) yet.  I'm a wreck here.  I know she's going to say yes.  So do all the other cake makers but ................ c'mon already!!!!!

Oh, news just in  .. . . She said YES!!!!!  But only after she rang her ma and said she loved the cake!

So, there's this boy ....

I came across this on pinterest and adapted it to suit me.

I Heart Anna

I have this lovely friend.  Her name is Anna.  She has four sons and I love her to bits.  Especially as she gave me an early birthday present today - so that I can go out for lunch on Friday without worrying.

I also love her because:

She says what she means and she is a bit scary when you don't know her (she talks abruptly - she has four boys remember).

She walks incredibly fast.  It's fun to keep up with her.

She has a great laugh.

She makes you believe in yourself. 

She has four boys so no matter how bad you think you're having it she can tell you a story to make you realise you're not the worst ma in the world just the mother of sons.

She once got very drunk and . . . .  . . not telling.  She'd kill me.  Besides which she'd probably tell you about the time I got very drunk and . . . . .  .

Dozens more reasons but mostly because she's warm, fun and always eats my cakes.  And makes me laugh.  And takes my boys when she can see it getting to much.
Oh, and I also love her because she knows where the bodies are buried and a lot of my dirty secrets so it's safer to love her than have her as an enemy.
Oh, and she's a mean driver.  She seems to think that her car will explode ala Speed if she drops below 50kph.

So, Anna, thank you for my lovely birthday present.  And thanks for being my mate.  xx

Okay, okay, move along now folks, the smaltz is over!!