Richard’s birthday was on Wednesday. But we did not bother having cake that day, because it was just the two of us, and we were going out for fondue, and it seemed silly to include cake in that as well. But today was the day his family came up to bring presents and take us out for his birthday lunch, so it seemed only appropriate that today was, therefore, the day for cake.
We’d discussed this, days ago, but we both completely forgot about it until shortly before his parents were to arrive, at which point I exclaimed “oh gracious me, I forgot about the cake”, or words of a similar (but perhaps a teensy bit less ladylike) nature, and I dashed for the kitchen to bake the cake, while Richard zipped out to the store to buy frosting.
I left the cake to cool on the counter while we went off to one of our favorite local places for lunch, and then did a slightly messy job of frosting it when we returned. We did not have cake right away, however; instead, we fired up the Wii. Richard’s little sister had brought her Wiimotes, so the three of us ‘kids’ all played Raymond’s Raving Rabbids TV Party for about an hour, until we were all exhausted and weak from hysterical laughter.
There was the opening of presents, and the eating of cake and ice cream, and then they headed back toward home, just as it was started to get dark outside. So the rest of the evening has been spent with a bit less crazy game playing. Instead, we ate leftover cake and ice cream for dinner, and watched several episodes of what is quite possibly one of the worst television series ever made. It was one of those spur of the moment gifts I got for Richard, picked from the bargain bin of Amazon’s huge DVD blowout clearance sale (the fact that the other DVDs I got in the same sale included the entire series of Flash Gordon, and Monster Squad should tell you just what sort of theme I was going for. Anyway, I figured anything called “Dracula, the Series” would have to be bad, but seriously, neither of us had any idea just how disturbingly bad it really is.
Tis the season for Holidailies!
And this is the girl every teacher told me was more gifted than any of the other children they’d ever had in their classes before! Where did I go wrong?