Cake!
Today is my dad's birthday, and I slept through everything so I didn't get up early to bake him a cake. I showered, and then rushed to church. So I left church a little early (my church is normally three hours so I was there for two... I didn't go to sunday school part two.) and was making the cake. Ten minutes before church normally ends I left to go pick up Chris and asked my mom to take the cake out of the oven, jokingly she said
"So you want me to bake my ex-husbands birthday cake?"
"No I just need you to take it out of the oven. Is that going to be okay?"
She said it was fine, and then took the cupcake I had made for her out of the oven.
"Hey mom, that cupcake is from the batter of your ex-husband's birthday cake, are you sure you're going to be able to eat that?"
"Oh I think I'll be fine."
"Do you need to contact your divorce lawyer?"
We laughed, and then she gave me candles to put on the cake. She had two candles for Chris's 18th birthday that we never used so we switched them around to be 81. "Happy 81 Birthday" My dad liked that touch.
"So you want me to bake my ex-husbands birthday cake?"
"No I just need you to take it out of the oven. Is that going to be okay?"
She said it was fine, and then took the cupcake I had made for her out of the oven.
"Hey mom, that cupcake is from the batter of your ex-husband's birthday cake, are you sure you're going to be able to eat that?"
"Oh I think I'll be fine."
"Do you need to contact your divorce lawyer?"
We laughed, and then she gave me candles to put on the cake. She had two candles for Chris's 18th birthday that we never used so we switched them around to be 81. "Happy 81 Birthday" My dad liked that touch.