|Cake and cake underpants|
If you are me, you will refuse all birthday cakes from then on and act like a total jerk about the whole situation. So that is what I am doing now. I dramatically told my husband I didn't want a birthday cake and, being the awesome guy that he is, found another place that makes the same kind of cake. The only catch is, for silver cake, you have to get one that feeds 40 people. I have three friends. That's not going to fly. So here I am, moaning and whining again. But it can't be helped. Maybe boyfriend should have left the bakery to his sexy grandson. I'm sure I'd be knee-deep in frosting and roses at this very moment.
Sigh. It's hard being me.