RE: Happy Birthday Dad

I've been thinking about Daddy today too (well, duh, seeing as how it is his birthday), and I have a birthday memory I want to share. When I was in junior high and high school I was on a big cooking/baking kick, remember? (Bradley has a hard time believing that.) I loved to experiment and try new recipes and set the table all pretty with candles and all. Anyway, for Daddy's birthday sometime during these years (I don't remember which birthday), I made a gorgeous cake for him. It had two layers, white frosting, nuts sprinkled on the top...I worked so hard on that cake. I thought it looked like it could be photographed and put on a magazine cover (I was such a modest child!).
So the cake is sitting on the island just waiting for dinner and presents to be over. And we are sitting in the family room. And T.T. (the cat) was...in the kitchen. On the island. With his nose in the cake!
I remember yelling and jumping up, which naturally caused T.T. to jump down. The cake was (mostly) fine, and we still ate it (sorry if that grossed you out). But I still remember being so offended that T.T., who very rarely did anything like that, and relieved that Daddy still was willing to eat it.
Happy birthday Daddy. We love you so much.