Transporting Cake Across County Lines
It was my birthday this weekend and Nancy baked me one fine cake.
But Riddle Me This: What if you had to bake a cake at Point A, drive to Point B for dinner, and then get back in the car and drive again to Point C to eat the cake? What if you had to find a parking space in Hoboken on a Saturday night on top of it all?
2 Comments:
OMG! i knew the golf birthday card was sent to me in a prescient haze: destined for you although bit early. Happy happy!
Happy Birthday!
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