It’s our newest co-blogger’s birthday, and she just moved to a town where she doesn’t know anyone to celebrate with. So let’s make the Shapeling party count: I want champagne and baby donuts flowing freely (inasmuch as donuts can flow), links to puppy pictures, limericks and revised song lyrics in our girl’s honor, chair-dancing, and all manner of rowdy behavior you’ll regret tomorrow.
And of course, the most important ingredient of any good fatty party: TWO WHOLE CAKES.
Happy birthday, lady!
P.S. For your birthday, I might even get you a masthead with your name and picture on it, but don’t hold your breath.