I had this going through my mind before the PMS hit, but the PMS pushed me over the edge. Add to PMS that I'm finishing school, so I have a paper and final exam Tuesday and a LONG paper due next week. So, a lot of work. Add conversations with Ty about the wonder that is cake.
And so I bought a cake. I needed (yes, NEEDED!) vanilla cake, chocolate judge layers, mocha cream
outside, and flowers, which in turn required me to custom order it.
Here's where it's embarrassing: The bakery asked me what they should write on the cake. I hadn't thought about how to answer that! I panicked. The first word that came to mind was just "congratulations". The bakery man on the phone paused, so I went into a long rambling lie about buying the cake for my friends because school's ending. I felt pretty stupid having to lie to the bakery guy about my cake, and so on the walk back home I figured I should email it in.
Then I got to my building and went to check my mailbox here an old and somewhat deaf man asked me what the cake was for. I launched into my rapid fire "myfriendsarefinishingourfinalsandschool'salmostoversoIgotuscake!" I then had to repeat the lie slowly, clearly, and loudly.
He told me not to eat the whole thing myself.