never take for granted the power of birthday cake!

Yesterday was my Birthday... 31

Here's a little story of mine about families and birthdays...

About 5 years ago, my girlfriend and I were in Ohio visiting my family. It was September when we were there so they wanted to get me a birthday cake. Everyone got together, sang happy birthday and ate cake. It was lovely. The next day, we're all sitting around the kitchen table eating lunch. I come from a family that believes desert is served after every meal including breakfast. So, out comes the birthday cake. So we're eating left over birthday cake... me, my girlfriend and my grandfather. My girlfriend who hates silence feels the need to start some small talk with my very old, almost deaf grandfather. It was a simple question, really..."How's the birthday cake?" she asks practically having to yell. There was a long pause... we were all unsure if he had understood what she had just asked. He looked up at no one in particular and very loudly stated, "Tastes like pussy".

For him, I hope it did, ironically he passed away a year later on my birthday.