Happy Birthday Billy Christina!

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Yesterday Billy Christina was 22! Twenty Two!!! Yes I know that's not old but I can hardly believe it... the time has flown by (to coin a very well worn phrase)... but it's so true and everyone over the age of 25 or so will totally understand what I mean. The years rush by and we don't seem to take the time to 'stand and stare' (another well worn phrase... a poem I think but I can't remember which, or what or who by... must be old age lol!)

So.... are you going to have a wild day BillyChristina?


Well... she replied... there is going to be some extreme tea drinking.... and some pretty wild cup-cake decorating....


What we have been known to call 'Armageddon in the kitchen!'



Nothing short of an explosion in a sweet factory really! But very tasty!

Comments

  1. brightandnew25 June 2010 at 20:35

    Those cupcakes look so good!

    Happy Birthday, Billy Christina!

    ReplyDelete

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