Happy birthday, Alice. I don’t know what I would do without you, you silly little girl.
(Okay, I take that back. I do have a general idea. Well, at least I know what I would not do without you. I would not stay up until the wee hours of the night turning my dear friend’s amazing carrot cake recipe into a three-dimensional dinosaur, then covering it with homemade buttercream made with a full pound of butter and two full pounds of powdered sugar. I would not post Facebook status updates about said cake’s progress, and I most certainly would not—during “refrigerator breaks” when the cake is resting and cooling—check to see whether and what encouraging words were posted by friends regarding said cake. No, I would not do any of those things. I also would not fret in general quite so much. But you are funny, so it’s cool. I guess it’s worth it.)