The Rest of The Story*
July26
Would it change your opinions of Chris if I told you I Chris had a fever and a sore throat and it was ice cream cake? It was the first time I Chris was hungry in 24 hours and in my Chris’s weakened state I Chris couldn’t resist the ice cream cake.
Y’all are a little rigid with your birthday protocol rules. He had his favorite Lincoln Bakery cake at his mom’s house. He left me alone in his apartment, sick and weak, to go eat dinner and cake and celebrate. Have you ever seen a bachelor’s cupboards and frig contents? I’m not sorry and I would do it again.
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still laughing at this!!!
You are sooo never allowed to be near one of my birthday cakes. EVER. 😉
haha I thought you were Chris.
ha, ha, ha, ha…
LOL and I too thought you must be Chris, and I get being sick but still – eating Steve’s birthday cake? I have to side with him on this one. I just hope that cake was worth the past 6 years and the rest of your life of ribbing and teasing for eating it.
hahahahahaha! Just catching up. I too thought you were probably Chris. we’re so low-key over birthday stuff here(well, other than a certain little person who gets fawned over!), I doubt it would matter.
I’m on your side, Michelle, er, Chris. I had no idea the first piece thing was such a big deal. Maybe if he was a KID and he was gonna now have to blow out his birthday candles and make a wish off a partially eaten cake, I could see saving the cake.
I stand by my original comment…eat the entire damn cake. He’s lucky you saved him a piece. I wouldn’t have been so nice.
I’m with you Michelle, I mean Chris. What’s the big hairy deal? I don’t get why you are still getting grief over this. I think I’ll send you a cake for MY birthday, and let you eat the whole thing without me. 🙂
Joe would so be with Steve. Never would live it down!! He should have at least made sure you had something like soup to eat. So, guess he is kind of to blame!!
In all fairness, the issue really isn’t that she ate a piece of my birthday cake. I wouldn’t have cared if the love of my life ate the whole thing. No. It’s her insistence that she saved me “the first piece”, when clearly the first piece of cake eaten was by her.
Awww so sweet to see Steve call you the love of his life! Ok, you both have to let this go….lol!
I did save the first piece for you! Even in my weakened state, I took the time to cut it, put it on a plate, and wrap it up.