Last week my office had a shower for me.
One of my friends/colleagues makes cakes for events, and she offered to make my shower cake. Needless to say, I was delighted.
It was just so fucking cute, and she had to cut it, because if I'd made it, I wouldn't have wanted anyone to touch it. There was no way I was slicing it.
Don't you agree?
There was a chocolate layer on top, and vanilla on the bottom. Chocolate and vanilla buttercream frosting. Yum.
Not that I am all about the cake, or that it was the first thing I organized for my wedding or anything.
And I got presents. Man, did I get presents. I mean, he. He got presents.
I seem to be like this about presents, don't I? Me me, and more me.
Jenny, on top of contributing to my group gift (which was spectacular) gave me the cutest little box of shoes. You know with me as his mama, the boy is going to love shoes.And I would totally wear these frog boots if I could find a pair in my size.
After an abundance of amazing gifts, they handed me a bag with a bottle holder. The card had been signed by most of the office. I was all confused. See my confused face?Until they wheeled out the jogging stroller. Which was when I started to cry. Which is of course not remotely embarrassing in front of the entire office.
The bow, it turns out, was gotten from a friend of a friend, who works at an auto dealership. Which is only fitting.
As this stroller, without exaggeration? Nicer than my car.
And also: ORANGE!!!