Dave is good. He called on his way home today and after we hung up, I laughed to myself and said, “Poor guy, he’s probably wondering, does ‘I don’t want cake’ really mean I shouldn’t get cake, or is this one of those times when I should know better?” Then I prayed for help accepting whatever he would decide to do.
But surely he won’t get cake – he knows I am sugared-out. And where is he going to get a non-GMO cake, is what I was thinking. Yeah, he knows better. And he did. So guess what he did? He got me a “cake of cheese.”
Not a cheesecake, but a cheese ball, and if you know me, well then you know that means that Dave is good. So now on my birthday, a cheese ball is now called a cake of cheese. So instead of cake and ice cream, we had cheese and pretzels. And it was yummy! And non-GMO, of course.