There's something you should know about me, I LOVE cake. Delicious, store bakery, birthday cake. It must be yellow or white, marble will do, but NEVER chocolate. It must be traditional buttercream frosting, not that RIDICULOUS whipped mess, but thick, sugary, yummy buttercream. Cupcakes are awesome as well...but unimportant to this post.
Tonight as Eugene was coming home he called and asked if I needed anything. I jokingly said, "A birthday cake!" Sometimes the only thing that will make you feel better is cake. Eugene is aware of my love for cake and it is not unusual for me to joke about it. 10 minutes later my husband walks through the door with a birthday cake.
So my birthday cake kind of day...ended not so bad after all, because I have a husband who knows when my joke about birthday cake needs to be taken seriously...he's the best.