I ordered my wheat free, dairy free birthday cake a week ago and TODAY IS THE DAY!!!
Of course, it's also exciting that I get to see my chosen family/closest friends.
They'll be here to celebrate my birthday, which is actually tomorrow, but really it's all about the cake.
I might even share.
... might ...
Papi and I have so much to do to get ready for everyone, so I won't have too much time to chat.
But I had to tell you.
At 11 a.m. I pick up my round, luscious, chocolate raspberry cake.
If you had to spend $50 on a cake every year, you'd be pretty excited too.
I don't usually celebrate my birthday, but I thought I should, considering this might be my last one in Vancouver.
It better well be.
I'm not sticking around this cold as an igloo fucking city anymore.
I'm in too much pain from the brr-r-r-r!!
But anyway, my cake celebration will commence at 2, but then I have to wait patiently until it's time to eat it.
I figure, since it's my party and all, that I should be allowed to have cake for dinner and fish for dessert.
Should I fight for my right to party down with my cake?!?!
I think so.
But there may be a few people who have something to say about that.
Oh, heavenly birthday cake.
How I will enjoy your decadent raspberry filling and divine chocolate fluff.
Oh, how I am drooling already.
It's really quite evil to make me wait for cake.
Oops, I forgot to tell you.
It's loaded with sugar.
Enjoy the happy Andréa today, as there may be a Hurricane Andréa sighting later this week.
I don't fucking care.
I'm eating my cake.