You can have your cake, but you might not want to eat it too

This weekend we celebrated Scott's birthday with his family. I gave him an XM radio complete with satellite stuff. I hate it when I buy gifts and I'm not exactly sure what it is. But, Scott loves it. Whenever Scott receives a new "toy", he always spends time attempting to tell me how this toy is the best toy ever, and I'm thinking "I thought the last toy was the best toy ever". I guess the toys just keep getting better. He also becomes obsessed with figuring out how every button works and if he pushes it what will happen. Then comes the challenging task of teaching me the how to find the power button.

Cake? Oh yeah I forgot I was supposed to be talking about cake. At his family "party", his mom provided the cake and of course just like every good birthday cake there are always leftovers. His mom carefully placed the cake back in it's container, and away we were to his grandparents old house to meet up with his dad for one more birthday gift. On the way, we hit a speed bump and the lid popped off the cake. So my natural instinct was to put it back on (after I took a little snack of icing). Somehow in the process of putting the lid on and the next curve, I felt the cake (uncovered) slip off my lap.

I looked down at the cake splattered in Scott's (Mr. Clean) Camry. Cake was everywhere, on the gear shift, on the console, and most importantly on ME. The worst part was I had to continue holding onto this mangled cake without the lid to make sure nothing else happened. (I never understood that logic, but anyways that was my orders) By the time we arrived I was to my elbows in cake and in trouble. But Scott being the forgiving guy he is, forgave me and now we can sorta laugh about it until we get in his car and it smells like cake. The moral of the story is: never ride in a car with me and any type of food!