Birthday

Last Friday Maryanne left for Colorado, to visit my sister and her husband who are expecting their first child at the end of August. She had a nice visit, though short, and returned on Sunday.

Her parents came Sunday evening, bringing supper with them, so that she and I wouldn't have to worry about preparing anything. Also, I'm sure, so that they could see Sarah. They brought a cake with them for dessert, not only just to have dessert, but also in early celebration of my upcoming birthday.

The cake was good. Dense but not heavy chocolate cake with chocolate icing, sold as "Swiss cake." After a long day at work yesterday I was looking forward to having a slice after dinner last night.

When I got home last night Maryanne's parents were there, and left shortly thereafter. It was almost eight o'clock, so I decided to wait until after we put Sarah to bed to have something to eat. In preparation for this, Maryanne announced she had given the rest of the cake back to her parents, to keep temptation out of the house.

"So I don't get any more cake?" says I, admittedly irritably.

She apologized, saying she was sorry, and stated she didn't know I wanted any more, or that I'd be bothered by her giving it away.

Of course she didn't know. I had not been consulted on this decision. I should have, especially since this cake had ostensibly been for my upcoming birthday.

It was gone now. No more cake for me. So I had a beer instead, Leinie's Berry Weiss.

Maryanne had offered to take me anywhere I wanted to go for my birthday. I think perhaps Fat Jack's is in order.

Happy Birthday to me.

Mood: Pensive
Music: Golden Earring: "Radar Love"