So, it was my other kids' 5th birthday on Sunday. He had about 20 of his pre-school classmates to a party at a place called The Little Gym. They had a great time and walked away with a GREAT (and expensive) goody bag filled with candy, a stuffed animal, match box car and something else. Anyway, we served pizza, cake and soda after they were done with their gym activites led by three very active and very happy college aged girls. But, that is not the point of the story.
I am cheap. My wife just spends money and doesn't tell me about stuff pursuant to the "ignorance is bliss theory". Evidently, "we" thought $78 for a huge sheet cake formed in the shape of a power ranger would be well worth the price. It was big too. About 1/3 of the acutal size of a real red power ranger. And, it was chocolate cake with white/colored icing. In the mass hysteria I had about two bites of a big piece I had cut for myself but was later thrown away by one of the college girls after I chased down a kid who thought it would be fun to flush stuff down the toilet. But those two bites were REALLY good. I mean I love that stuff. If I was on death row this cake is one of the last three things I would put in my mouth. So, I was very happy, (when I didn't know how much it had cost) when the 20 5 year olds failed to devour all of it. We had cake everywhere. I was thinking YAHOOO cake for the next week. Mine, all mine.
Screeeeeeech. Jill gives a couple pieces to the college girls along with too much of a tip if you ask me. Ok, I will survive giving them a couple pieces. There is still plenty leftover AND, they were kinda cute. So I load up the remaining cake and take it home. That night I cut a big piece for me. Jill sees this and reminds me that it is after 9:00 pm and that we promised each other to start watching what we ate, especially at night. So I wrap up the big piece and put it on the counter. Which Reagan ate before she went to bed. Reagan is 13, tall and skinny. It is OK for her to eat at night.
The next day I go to court. I don't eat breakfast, ever. So, no cake then either. But, it did briefly cross my mind. I get home from court about 1 pm. It had been a long morning. About 100 defendants crammed into a court room and it was in a court located about 45 miles away. By the time I got home I was ready for some cake.
Scrreeeech. I get home and the cleaning people are there. I dutifully go downstairs to my office to stay out of their way. Jill told me too. As I am going down the stairs I hear my wife offer them a piece cake for dessert. (they always eat lunch in our kitchen after they are done cleaning). I grumble a little bit but recall that there are only three of them. Still plenty left over for me. About 30 of the longest minutes I have experienced since
6th Grade pass by and I hear them leave. Yes. Gentlemen, start your forks.
Crap, I get a phone call. I talk for about 5 minutes and run upstairs to get some CAKE. Wait. Where is it? I shout upstairs to Jill. Where is the friggin cake. She says on the counter. I look at the counter. Not there. She comes downstairs. We come to the conclusion that the cleaning people who speak broken English confused what she had said about having a piece and took the whole friggin cake. AAAAAAAggggghhhhh.
Wheat Thins
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YAY!!!!
Now don't everyone start jumping all over me - I had a piece of my birthday cake for breakfast last Friday, the day after my birthday. And I never eat breakfast. So if I were you, I'd be kicking myself for not eating it then 
I need some cake and coke! 
