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Friday, Dec. 6, 2013
I was dupedPosted Thursday, May 28, 2009, at 8:46 AM
The day has come and gone.
Like any other day on the calendar.
And I'm still moving forward. And I'm thankful for that.
I recently celebrated yet another birthday, which I blogged about recently.
The day was interesting. It had its ups and downs, like any other.
But the day before it was probably more special.
I had just enough time to get our yard mowed Tuesday afternoon before the rain came.
My fiance had arrived home from work and proceeded to take our puppy outside for a walk and for her opportunity to get her "business" accomplished.
After she had walked the puppy, I had only the back yard to finish mowing.
Since we put in a garden during the weekend, there really isn't a lot of yard to mow back there, but I wanted to get a glass of water before I finished.
I went inside our home and my fiance was cooking. She was preparing a dish for a end-of-year department party for her place of business, which we were going to attend Wednesday.
As I headed closer to the refrigerator to get some water, the pleasing aroma of hash brown casserole filled the kitchen.
Man, it smelled great. I was hoping that was for dinner. But, unfortunately, it was for the other event.
But there was another aroma that had filled the room.
It smelled like frosting. Cake frosting. That seemed rather odd to me because the oven was full of hash browns, green onions, etc.
Where was this frosting at?
I told my fiance the casserole smelled great, but I also smelled frosting.
She told me I was ridiculous. There was no frosting in the room.
I honestly started think something was wrong with my smeller. Thank goodness I'm not a beagle.
It turns out, there was a reason for the frosting smell.
She had baked a cake prior to starting up the casserole.
I should have noticed. But I was focused on getting the yard done before the rain.
While I stood in the kitchen talking to her, I should have noticed something was odd by the way she was holding our puppy so high blocking the microwave.
The cake -- a birthday cake -- was sitting on top of the microwave.
I headed back outside and finished up the yard, went to get a pizza for dinner and then sat down to watch a television show.
As I laid on the living room floor, my fiance walked into the room carrying that cake.
Ah, the frosting.
Well, the cake was great. The birthday was great. And life is great.
I got to spend my birthday with my two favorite "girls."
Who could ask for more.
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