Last night my son and I had an Un-Birthday Party. Some Fun-Fetti cake, Neopolitan ice cream, and plastic forks. My friend Niccole said the whole apartment building "reeked of cake". In a good way. She brought coconut curry and Rowan's tweed; I taught her to knit using Lovikka and Susan Bates size 13 needles. She said we were "freegans" (rhymes with vegans) because we like to barter. Sounds good to me.
