Monday, October 8, 2007

did i not know at age two that i hate german chocolate cake?


okay, separate story.
on my eighth birthday, my dad brought me out to the camper (what--you didn't grow up with camper shells on your property that occasionally hosted extended family?) for a secret birthday surprise. i sat down on those thin tweed cushions at the dining table that converted to a bed--the ever-present scent of stale pepper in the air--and he placed before me the much coveted box of strawberry shortcake SUGAR cereal. birthdays were taboo. sugar cereal was taboo. and strawberry shortcake was everything to me. quietly he poured me a bowl, slicing up a banana on top to somehow offset the intrinsic evil of this particular breakfast. these were no cheerios! my heart soared with excitement. so today, it's corn pops, um, and tofu scramble.

7 comments:

Amy said...

Kitty, Happy, Happy Birthday!!! Enjoy your day! Love, Sister Christian

Anonymous said...

Dear Kitty,

Lots of birthdaykisses from Belgium! Happy birthday!

XXX,
Rein

kim said...

Happy Birthday to you sweetie! Your dad scored major points with this story!

kitty8joe said...

thank you all for your birthday wishes! and kim, it was so great hearing the twins sing happy birthday to me! you guys are too cute!

Naomi Campbell said...

Who's that hot chick next to you?

emilia said...

I learned a lot from our last conversation, thank you... Happy Birthday

Amy said...

Happy belated birthday! German Chocolate cake always reminds me of snot... nasty.

However, I do hope you had a wonderful birthday and a better tasting and looking cake. :D