I apologize in advance for the crassness of this post. Crass really isn’t my style. But I think it’s time that you, Dear Reader, suffered along with me.
You see, Doug orchestrated a cake-decorating extravaganza, where the kids autographed my birthday cake with icing pens. It was a sweet moment. Their faces glowed with excitement as I leaned in to blow out the candles (which I would have preferred not to scream a reminder of my age…but I digress).
At that moment, I discovered that Doug had snuck in a signature of his own. (If you like your cake with white frosting, blue flowers and a side of vulgarity, see pic below.)
As the children clamored for me to make my wish, across the table was a smirk across Doug’s face wider than the cake itself.
You can probably guess which piece he found on his plate.