Geez, I sure hope I didn't say anything rude there! If I did, apologies to Mrs. Peeps, and my English, Quebec French, Italian, German, Irish, Vietnamese, Turkish and kitty friends!
OK peeps, we're going to play a little game...First, you have to imagine that I coordinated a birthday party for Mrs. Peeps. Secondly, that you were invited. Thirdly, that Ms. Blonde One was: in town; made a lovely cake covered in delicious icing; and that it had the correct number on it. Lastly, that we sang a little song that started with the words "Happy Birthday..."
Mrs. Peeps always says it's the thought that counts! So, thank you all for coming. Mrs. Peeps had a lovely time and the cake was scrumptious. (One day, I'm sure, Ms. Blonde One will make you a cake. No guilt. No pressure. It's not like she's bragged about her cake-making abilities or waved any under your nose or anything.)
P.S. Can someone pick up Grandma Mrs. Peeps from the floor and/or call an ambulance? She probably had a heart attack when she saw the number on the cake...