It’s my birthday on Sunday. I got in from work and chatted to the Girl. “Oh,” she said, “I made you an apple cake”.
I don’t really like apple cake. Or tart. Or pie – unless it’s swathed in custard.
“Great,” I said. I went into the kitchen.
I hadn’t fully understood what she meant.
Dorkiest birthday cake evah!
Nina | 21 Sep 2004
That is so sickeningly cute that I can’t even find the words. :)