Today, my sister, Sarah, and I were at Target doing some weekly grocery shopping. At this point, we decided to peruse the cake aisle and pick up stuff for my birthday cake. That’s when the following conversation ensued:

Me: Oooooh… Caramel cake with a chocolate funfetti frosting!
Sarah: No, I won’t eat that!
Me: But baby, this is my birthday cake!
Sarah: You said you wanted funfetti cake in the first place.
Me: But I didn’t know that they had caramel cake! Fine. German chocolate cake with strawberry frosting!
Sarah: That’s all you, buddy!
Me: Meh. Okay, funfetti then.
Sarah: Well what about that funfetti angel food cake there with the strawberry icing.
Me: Ooooh! That’s it!
Sarah: What candles on it and do you want anything written on it?
Me: [grabbing an "Over The Hill" candle] And I want “Quarter Life Crisis” written on it.
Sarah: Ooookay…

I don’t like to eat things alone, I’m weird like that.

So we go home, and we bake two funfetti cakes: one angel food and one regular. I think I smell something burning and lo-and-behold, it was the edges of the angel cake. Ah well. I’m cool with it, but my wife wanted to do something nice for me for my birthday. And in my frustration, she went ahead and iced the square regular funfetti cake.

And this, is why I love my wife:

Now that is love, ladies and gentlemen… That is love…

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