So today is my husband's 34th birthday (I know, yikes!). I know he will want this cake:
But, you will not be getting this cake. This is only if you want heart failure in one bite and I can't have that. Also, I have utterly failed as a wife. But, I tell you it's not all my fault. First, you didn't even know what you wanted to do or what you wanted me to get you. The only thing you want right now is to get your door lock fixed on your car. That is not so fun for me. And it's not cheap either, so that's all you're getting. Second, when I make this much jewelry the fumes take some of my brain cells and I can't think of any good free surprises.
I did get you a card though. I just hope it's still in a bag on the dining room table and you haven't found it. I haven't written anything in it yet. That is what 5 minutes before you get the card is for. It's not a funny card either, it's kind of sappy, but I thought it'd be fun to make you tear up on your birthday.
Also, I do have a super secret plan to stop by Cold Stone on the way home at noon today (since I'm going to a bead show, yay!). Last time I saw some cupcakes there and thought I could get a small package of them. Hopefully somewhat less life threatening than this kit kat and m&m birthday cake. If they are out of cupcakes I don't know what I will do. I know you'll like the Cold Stone cupcakes, but you'll also give me a slight look of disappointment for bringing that much sugar in the house. However, you did drool and audibly moan when we passed by Cold Stone the other day. You also mentioned it, which I take as a hint.
So, in conclusion...Happy Birthday my love! I'll get ya at Christmas.