So I've decided instead of making or buying a cake for my birthday, I would make a dessert. I picked this with coconut whipped cream. It needs a few things that aren't in the house.....very few, this is an extrordinarily well stocked house.
Grace and I had been discussing going to the store, but I slept all afternoon. So she called my phone and I just missed it. Twenty seconds later she called the house phone and blabbed the whole plan. You know, this is not a place you do things last minute or by the seat of your pants. What did I want? Why was I doing this? I called Grace and said "Good job, blabbity-blabber." She's whining that she didn't know it was a secret. Duh! She know what chaos comes with last minute plans.
My father was following me down the cellar stairs directing me. "Go back to the Bruins game, I know where stuff is!"
There were just three things I needed and by coincidence my friend Kathy is in the supermarket. So after she ragged me for a minute about how she doesn't have anything better to do than take care of me.....she agreed to pick up my things and drop them here shortly.
Finally my father says that I can have the left over cake that's on the fridge from Thursday. I burst out that tomorrow I would turn 50! He said he knew that, but hardly anyone was coming over - my sister has one sick kid and so does my brother and someone else is working..... His reasoning was there weren't many people to eat cake. Plus he is not a cake person. Yeah.........."Look just cause I am dealing with a reduced party doesn't mean I should have a reduced cake." He offered me a reduced lip....when I pointed out he meant a fat lip, I was ejected from the parlour.