Saturday, January 2, 2010
Today is the 13th anniversary of my 28th year of life.
If you didn't know about my obsession with Barbie birthday cakes, then you haven't been following along (and now you must leave my blog).
Still here?
Ok then, but pay attention this time.
In case you didn't get it, today is my birthday. I'm really not a make-a-big-deal-out-of-my-birthday kinda girl, so when asked what I wanted to do for the big day I said, "Exchange my coat and eat at Five Guys hamburgers."
(I know, I dream big.)
So after our interesting day out (who knew that the day after New Year's was a HUGE HUGE HUGE shopping day?!?), we return to a note on our door:
We didn't have a cake for my birthday, so I asked hubby if he ordered a cake.
He shrugged, shook his head "no."
(Never mind that I occasionally and randomly buy birthday cakes throughout the year and then proclaim, "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!" That's another story...)
When the cake finally arrives, my husband goes to the door and turns, with a cake box and a HUGE grin on his face.
It's none other than a BARBIE CAKE.
A. BARBIE. CAKE.
I squealed.
I jumped around like a 4 year old.
I took pictures.
I squealed some more.
PEOPLE!
IT'S. A. BARBIE. CAKE!
A friend from college, who I haven't seen for 20 years, sent me a Barbie Cake.
A.
BARBIE.
CAKE.
So, here's to you, Paul!
It only took 41 years, but thanks for making Barbie Cake my homegirl...finally!
1 comments
My mom used to make me a Barbie cake every year for my birthday was I was little. I really have to get one of those cake pans to make the skirt. My daughter would be so excited if I made her a Barbie cake.
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