I am still vibrating slightly from the display of raw courage it took to walk through the streets of any large city (no disrespects to the Apple) with an uncovered cake. Please tell me it was in a nice cakebox with a transparent top. Visions of (1) pigeons, and (2) a particular scene best left undescribed from a teen-comedy movie, it's all more than I want to contemplate.

So glad you and it arrived safely, and with greetings and song.