Anyway, Happy Birthday to the She-Beast, (or, what I like to call the Half-Century Special). In lieu of the presents I can't afford at the moment, I decided to do the uncomfortably girly thing, and bake. This happened:
I must admit, I had some maniacal visions of morbid-looking pastries and lethal looking eatables, but that required far, far too much effort. And hey, not too bad for having been five in the morning, eh?
Eh.
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