Happy Birthday, dear daughter!
And one more thing ~ HER TEAM WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP FOR THE CITY GIRL'S SOFTBALL LEAGUE! Jules made TWO (2) HOME RUNS, in fact. She got that from me, you know. Duh.
Perfect segue back to me, and my 10th birthday. That year, my angel mother made me a cake in the shape of the number ten. Pink frosted and sprinkles on tinfoil covered cardboard. Simply divine.
Well, just so happens my birthday also fell on Labor Day weekend, and the entire clan of extended family were to arrive at the cabin in Idaho. My Grandma Sybil always went early to sweep the mice poops out of the A-frame. I swore right then and there I would never be the Grandma Sybil. So far, so good.
Where was I? Okay, so I gingerly set the pink ten on the card table, waiting for just the right moment when the masses were sure to ARISE AND CALL ME BLESSED. I thought it best that I not look too eager, therefore, I wandered over to the swinging hammock, and laid low for a few minutes...15 at the most. When I was sure they would be wondering where bra-less Lisa was, I poked my head out of the pines and tried to look unaware of the impending celebration.
Guess what I found? Two things, people~a tinfoil covered piece of cardboard, as EMPTY AND BARREN AS MY SOUL, and the entire family gathered round the campfire, laughing lips littered with pink frosting and cake crumbs!
Damm fools had eaten my birthday cake!
And Princess Lisa had received not one. single. piece. of her own number ten cake.
Well, she never forgot it, folks. Fast forward ten years, when she was dating a darling man. She told him her sad tale. He kept these things in his heart. She arrived home late from work one eve, and called out to her parents. No answer~just the soft glow of candlelight from the kitchen. She entered in, and there sat her precious metal, Sterling, balloons in hand and grinning behind a perfect replica of her number ten birthday cake.
Reader, I married him.
8 comments:
STOP IT! Stop doing posts like this! I can't take it!!!!!! NO MORE I SAY!!!
Ok - every word .... every "bra-less lisa" comment... the "arise and call me blessed" ... SO great!!!
And Sterling - I didn't know he did this!! SO beautiful!
But - just to make it better - let's bring it up again this weekend at the reunion and remind the fools what they did to you!!!!
What a guy!!! No wonder you married him. He was the one and only that could heal your scarred soul.
Of course you married him. Of course.
It is a well known fact that there are a limited number of such men in the world. This is not something you can take risks with.
Do you have documentation to back this story up Lisa...?
I'm kind of wonderin'.
I think you should get so excited to see your next birthday cake and eat every last piece in front of your extended family. Make them watch you blissfully and daintily eat small bite by small bite, sighing with satisfaction. It would be a great revenge and a great blogging story, though #40 isn't as cute as #10. And you can prove you are wearing a bra now, too. Tell them to put that in their pipes!
well DUH! If you hadn't married him after that gesture of pastry perfection you'd be a moron.
Great story, glad you're "over it" now :)
Oh... He is SOOOooo... SMOOTH! LOL!!
Take a broken woman... ride in like a knight in STERLING armor and sweep her off her feet with a #10 CAKE to make her MELT into his arms eternally... and they lived... MOST INTERESTINGLY EVER AFTER... *sigh*
Loved it! (((HUGS)))
OMG if he was sitting on the table with the cake and you were Molly Ringwald that would have been the perfect Sixteen Candles moment. Glad you married him.
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