At least the cake tasted good. Tim got a kick out of the odd shape and texture and he loves dulce de leche, so that was what he asked me to make more of. WTH...I can't get the italics to turn off.
Here is the cake after I put it back together one more time...
Yeah, it doesn't look much different, does it? Tim took the Mustang off the top of the cake right away to save it from any more earthquakes or landslides.
He blew out his candles and we sang Happy Birthday to him. BTW, Tim and Ram are morning people, so this was about 6:30 a.m. As we were singing, we heard a third voice join in.....
See the bird cages behind Tim? Our two cockatiels were still in their night cage (the covered one) and Angel decided he wanted to sing for Tim's birthday. He was still singing as I took this picture and Tim thought it was kind of neat.
This is Angel. He got to join the party.
Then it was time for the gift. Another good laugh was had by Tim and Ram at the gift wrapping.
But at least the right gift was inside.
He liked it and thinks it is the bomb. In fact, he used it right then and there.
Tomorrow, how not to bake French bread and what the heck is dulce de leche?
*Edit*
I am a child of the 60s and all I can say is, WHO??? I think they need to go back to the nursing home they came from!!! OMG!! The only good part was when they sang "Who are you?" and the audience drowned them out!
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