What is a dessert but a hug to yourself?
After dinner tonight, I decided I wanted a chocolate cake.
Not a slice of chocolate cake.
A chocolate cake.
There, I said it. And behold, we had a chocolate cake.
As we stood in front of a million cake choices at Whole Foods, I told Jay we could consider the purchase an early birthday celebration.
“Every day should be your birthday,” I said.
“I just like how you said that with such conviction,” he replied.
“Why not? Isn’t that what a dessert is? Every time we have dessert, we are giving ourselves a hug and saying, ‘Happy Birthday to me!’”
And so, like a strung out cake-oholic, I started singing “Happy Birthday To Me” loudly in the car as we transported the cake home. Jay joined me. It was a good birthday.
You there!
Yes, you.
You look like you need a hug.
You know what to do.
I just had chocolate ice-cream and I ate with a tablespoon. I had my hug of the day. how are you feeling?
But only if it’s Lana cake!
Serene: Feeling like I’m ready! I walk like a penguin. Tym: I googled Lana cake and it looked like a REALLY GOOD place.