High stakes

It was my birthday on Saturday, and my Switzerhusband made up for weeks of tomato love with platinum-plated bells on. I don't mean to make you gag, but just get this for a list of loveliness:
- he consulted a very stylish female friend under whose expert guidance he bought me 3 items of very delicious clothes
- he drew and framed a picture of my Elf for me
- he baked a heart-stopping, hip-busting sour cream chocolate cake
- he organised a suprise tea party to which all my Swiss chums came.
C'MON!! Frankly, after such a display of lurve he can dance naked with his toms for all I care..at least for the next few weeks.

The only thing is it's *his* birthday next weekend, and I just KNOW my effort will simply not be in the same league. I can't draw. My cakes sag in the middle (why?) He would sooner stick pins in his eyes than be the guest of honour at a suprise party. "It's not a competition," he coos soothingly. I am unsoothed and desperate.

Though I do have a few plots that might be worth hatching.

PS A message for Kaddy
WOWWWW-EEEE! Thank Youuuuuuu! Expect blog evidence soon of..how shall I put this...the Green Triumph xxx