Now That THAT'S Out of My System...

  My birthday was Monday, and I promised I would write about it, so I will. I just had to get my feelings about that worm off my chest first because, seriously, who in their right minds would...

  Sorry. I'll save it. 

  Anyway, my birthday was great. I got a lot of the stuff on my list, which is always good (in case you're wondering, I got The Outsiders book, dolphin earrings, Jane Eyre (shut the freak up), and The Bad News Bears in Breaking Training (yeah, I liked it--so what?) and Breaking Away on DVD), and apparently I still have two coming in the mail...yay! Stretch it out!

  We had pizza for dinner, but the biggest event was my, um, "special" cake. 

  Dad said he would do it, but I just thought he was messing with me. He does that sometimes. But this time, he messed with me by not messing with me, which, in retrospect, I should have totally seen coming.

  I got a Harley-Davidson candle on my cake, which is always good, but there were two other things on my cake, um...kinda hard to explain...

  See, my dad is laboring under the delusion that I'm in love with both Danny Bonaduce and Leif Garrett, which I am not. However, my dad (okay, and the rest of my family) thinks I am, and he said he would get their pictures scanned onto my birthday cake, a sheet cake. I was all, yeah, right. And he played serious, and said he was going to put the worst pictures he could find of them on there. 

  To make a long story short, I ended up with a cake with Leif Garrett's mug shot and a photo of Danny Bonaduce looking battered after a boxing match scanned onto it. And even though it was supposed to be chocolate but turned out to be vanilla, man, it was delicious and awkward at the same time. Deliciawkward? I just made up a new word! Suck it, Oxford English!

  And another birthday wish comes true. 

  And if you don't believe me, you try chowing down on a slice of cake with a high/bloody guy's face on it. I'm just lucky my piece was Leif's shirt. My brother got a piece with most of Bonaduce's face on it, and lemme tell ya, he certainly had fun eating it, shoving it in my face and telling me to look at it. My dad gave me the photos he used for the cake as a "keepsake," and I took some of my own--I'm gonna put the photos up here one day. The ones of the cake itself are a near impossibility, because I don't have uploading equipment or anything, but I'll try my hardest. 

  Deliciawkward, I'm telling you.