Tradition

A few years ago, I started a tradition for my birthday. I know my mom does it too & I think it's a great idea so I'll share it. Who doesn't love cake? Well, if you don't then I feel sorry for you. Anyway, no matter what time you get up, you eat cake for your birthday for breakfast. Oh yes. It doesn't have to be a cake but a cake-like product. (i.e. brownie or cupcake) There has been a year or two where I've bought my cake the night before. Oh sure, I felt like a tool BUT the morning of my b'day, I wasn't regreting it at ALL!!! So tomorrow morning, I'm turning.....21. Yes. 21. That's right folks. Last year I turned 21 & this year I turned 21. I never age.

My husband is a chef. Well, he's on his way to becoming a certified Soux chef. He is doing an apprenticeship out at Ross Bridge. Sidebar - if you think you're clever with the Star Wars jokes, move to the back of the bus. When he first told me, I said in my best Yoda voice "Young apprentice you are". Yeah he told me to stop. Anyway, he is currently working with pasties etc so he made me a gigantic chocolate muffin (with chocolate chips). Don't think I'm not going to choke that bad boy down tomorrow with a glass of milk while saying "HOW U DOIN" like Rasputia from Norbit.