Originally posted June 28, 2007 on a previous wordpress.com hosted blog.
A participant in Flashback Friday.
I woke up yesterday wanting birthday cake. Although, I also went to bed that night wanting cake. To be honest, I always want cake. 8 o’clock in the morning I want cake. In the middle of dinner I want cake. While mopping the kitchen floor I’m thinking how lovely a piece of cake would be.
One cannot live on cake alone, but I would sure be willing to try. I’d have my cake and eat it, too.
This is probably why we never keep cake in the house. I have a feeling that with all that cake, I would get one monster of a migraine. Or upset stomach, at the very least. It’s a wonderful idea, though, and sounds like a picture perfect version of heaven. Every meal consisting of cake. Chocolate cake. Carrot cake, which might be more feasible since it’s a vegetable. Although, does the vegetable count if it’s in a cake with mounds of cream cheese frosting?
When Jedi got up that morning, he ran into the living room where I was already feeding Buzz breakfast. â€œIt’s your birthday!â€, he informed me excitedly, â€œbut where’s your birthday streamers?â€ â€œMommy doesn’t get those.â€, I replied. â€œWhere’s your birthday cake?â€, he asked, probably thinking Mommy’s really getting jipped on this birthday deal. â€œMommy doesn’t get that, either.â€, I said sadly. â€œYou might get the birthday cakeâ€, J. reassured, â€œjust wait until tonight.â€
So I waited. And waited. Anticipation lurking in the air.
Right when I thought I couldn’t wait any longer, he was home. WITH CAKE! Chocolate cake. Delicious cake. I now have enough cake to last for days.
He also brought flowers, which are beautiful and wonderful. But nothing says I love you so much that not only do I not mind if you gain 10 extra pounds, but here, let me help with that, oh, and Happy Birthday, quite like cake.