Don’t be alarmed… it’s okay… there’s no need to panic… everything is under control… you didn’t miss my birthday.
My birthday is tomorrow, Thursday, September 29th. See, I wanted to tell you all today so that you had plenty of time to prepare your birthday wishes and comments and in case anyone wanted to UPS Next Day Air a gift or some money to me. Don’t feel obligated though to send me anything, just a nice comment will suffice. Or, if you have some spare time tomorrow and would be willing to click over and over on some of my posts so that I think I’m getting a lot of blog hits on my birthday that would be a good present too. Just don’t tell me what you’re doing… that can be your little secret.
I’ll be forty-four years old tomorrow. Forty-four seems like a pretty good age. There are lots of fours in it. In fact there are more fours than I’ll ever have in my age unless I live to be four-hundred and forty-four which would be pretty cool. Think how much blogging I could do between now and then. So if you happen to have the Secret to Eternal Life and you want to UPS Next Day Air that to me that would be awesome. Otherwise, you have my permission to gorge yourself on some cake or sweets tomorrow to celebrate my birthday with me.
With that in mind, I did a Google search for forty-fourth birthday cakes in case anyone wanted to copy one of the designs and bake me a cake and UPS Next Day Air it to me for my birthday.
Here’s a nice one I found. It looked delicious until I saw that butterfly creature on the side with the big slug body and then it kind of grossed me out. I bet momfog wouldn’t make a cake with a big slug-butterfly on it. If you don’t know who momfog is, she’s a blogger that makes really cool cakes and sometimes writes about them. Hopefully this isn’t her cake.
Then I found this one. This cake was President Obama’s forty-fourth birthday cake. It also looked delicious until I realized that it probably cost an exorbitant amount of my tax money to get it made and was likely filled with nothing but empty promises and hand-outs. Then it kind of grossed me out.
This cake was apparently for a guy named Mike. It doesn’t actually say it was for a forty-fourth birthday but it came up in the search and I thought it was pretty neat. This one didn’t gross me out. I just hope this fellow Mike, didn’t spend his actual birthday skiing off cliffs like this because he probably would no longer be with us… kind of like the other guy who lost his skis in the snow and is nowhere to be found.
Finally, this last one was the cake at Pamela Anderson’s 44th Birthday. She seems to be enjoying herself. So does the guy whose lap it is sitting on. I hope he didn’t puncture a hole in the bottom of the cake. That kind of grossed me out too.
So, maybe I won’t have any cake for my birthday, although my wife will probably get a cake or some cupcakes or something like that, and she always makes a good choice. A nice evening spent with her and the kids is all I really need… unless you are a literary agent and you want to send me a contract for my birthday. That would be great too!