This tiny baby turns 21 today, and in honor of her birthday I said we would spend the day doing whatever she wants. What she wants is to eat pizza for lunch, go see a matinee of Twilight (“You’ll love it, Katie! It’s my new Titanic!”), and eat pizza for dinner. After dinner she has requested white cake with internal sprinkles and cream cheese frosting (I actually tried to talk her out of that particular combination, but the girl was adamant). She's lucky she's one of my favorite people, and one of the only people I would eat pizza, watch the new (or the old) Titanic, eat more pizza, and then eat sprinkle cake with.
As Maura put it, "Oh my god, we're going to die." And when we do we will be canonized.