(She wanted a carrot cake, and Dad delivered. But we didn't have anything we could use as carrot jockeys. Bummer.)
Vicki had a birthday on Saturday. My oldest child is now nine years old. That makes me...ancient.
In keeping with recent tradition on this blog, here are nine things about Vicki you may or may not know:
1. She has read the entire Harry Potter series more times than me, by a long shot (and I've read it at least seven times.)
2. She is completely unconcerned about what other people think of her.
3. She hates it when people spell her name wrong. It's sort of an "Anne-with-an-e" kind of thing.