Happy Birthday B!

My, my.  The wheel in the sky keeps on turning.  And it has turned through a whole calendar year.  B is one year older, one kid more maternal, and in desperate need of an ice cream cake.  Ice cream containers, however, explode during the drive up to our elevated volcano town.  This means, of course, that ice cream never makes it up from the only town that can be abbreviated ABQ.  My dad had to make an audible and he went with the Irish pizza maker!  Look at the results below!

Here is JC reacting when we tell him what is on this 'pizza'.  "What?  Marshmallows, chocolate, more chocolate, graham crackers, and melted yummy?"

It sure is good.  BTW the dentist said I had no cavities.  Happy birthday mom!