Happy Birthday Raquele (my wife)

Warning: not much to do with painting

OK I'll set the scene for ya, its 3:3? in the morning Raquele is getting ready for work(see previous post"time to make the donuts") and I am pretending to make breakfast for her. I sneak off to my secret hiding spot(cant give it away here then she will know) to get her hidden birthday cake, a really cool cupcake birthday cake with the whipped frosting. I try to open it Very quietly, the plastic covers are hard to take off normally, never mind at this time of day. I start to put the candles in and she started to come out.....false alarm. OK so go see what she is up to just to be sure she will be busy for a minute. OK shes doing her hair...So I light the candles and walk backwards so no candles blow out or reflections catch her eye(painters have the super sense of reflected light ya know).... I'm near the door that she is on the other side of, its open a bit.......so I (in one swift motion like a 6'4" chubby puma) reach in to shut off the lights and start to sing happy birthday.........and drop the cake, top first candles lit and all on the floor...................................................................................I''m still speechless as it plays back in my head.. Sorry Raquele.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!.......she was understanding and the flashbacks tell me she may have even laughed.? and yeah ... the 5 second rule was applied here. :) Quote :" Don't cry over spilt milk,because you might drop your cake...and that would be worse" Dan Corey 11/22/08