Let Them Eat Cake

10:29 AM August 29, 1983 I came into this world kicking and screaming, which should come as no surprise to some people. As I age, I have taken on the mind set that this is just a run-of-the-mill, everyday, ordinary day, much to the shagrin of my mother who was rather flabbergasted at even the thought. As of lately though I have come to the conclusion that my timing of life events is just a little off kelter. Yet even my arrival into this world was not quite on schedule as I was ripped from my mother's womb a whole 5 weeks premature. I suppose the aforementioned problem should come as no surprise when taking these things into consideration.

Despite my rather ho-hum attitude about my birthday, I decided that a cake might lighten my mood and thus on an outting with Mag I decided to purchase a cake mix and prepare myself the sweet treat. At first I was a bit hesitant feeling a little egotistical for wanting to bake myself a cake, and then I figured really the only resulting harm would be a much needed elevation on the scale. Thus I purchased the Funfetti cake mix with icing to boot.

Strange thing though, today being the official day and all, I have not had even a sliver of that cake. I suppose I feel in some way that it might taste better when the clock strikes midnight and the calendar reads August 30 and there are another 365 days postponing the event till next year. Besides, cake tastes better for breakfast anyways.