As Casey often likes to point out, I'm older than he is. BY FOUR MONTHS, I would like to add... it's not like he's 31 and I'm 60 or anything. But because I am kind and generous, I baked him a cake for his birthday even though he calls me an old lady.

He then proceeded to attack with the cake cutter.

Georgia agreed that it was good.

Happy Birthday, Casey. We love you more than anything.
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