Friday was an especially happy day for Sticks. His 18th birthday, a near-perfect score on the driver’s test, and a special gift for graduation and his 18th birthday all wrapped into one.
Our birthday cake, with 18 candles. If I close my eyes and wish hard, I can pretend the other 31 don’t belong there. 
This is the best German Chocolate cake on the planet, bar none. My MIL makes it especially for our birthday.
It took less time to blow out the candles than to light them.
Sticks challenges me for the ownership of the cake. Whippersnapper.
Today his “fairy godmother”, aka his wonderful aunt, gave him the best gift of all.
I can’t think of a better transportation mode for drums than a box on wheels. A very, very, very nice box indeed.
