So, for my birthday, Hubby really went all out. He soooo wanted me to have the perfect day. We had lunch at my favorite restaurant. He even got it to snow (that perfect kind of snow, with the big, fluffy flakes that swirl around like powder) so I could go on a snow picture-taking spree. (I'm a big fan of snow.)
But the topper was the cake.
Chocolate cake. With chocolate filling. And buttercream frosting.
From a bakery.
How hilarious is that? How perfect is that? How sweet is that?
Um. Very. On all counts.
Apparently, there was some confusion at the bakery, so there was a worry that I'd get a Sonny Bono cake instead of a Bono cake. But that would have been (almost) funnier.
And there was some confusion before cutting in to the cake, as my aunt made the statement that the picture on the cake looked nothing like me at all. Uh-huh.
It was awesome. (So's he.)