I Like Cake

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. “It’s your birthday!”, he informed me excitedly, “but where’s your birthday streamers?” “Mommy doesn’t get those.”, I replied. “Where’s your birthday cake?”, he asked, probably thinking Mommy’s really getting jipped on this birthday deal. “Mommy doesn’t get that, either.”, I said sadly. “You might get the birthday cake”, J. reassured, “just wait until tonight.”

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.