My niece turned 30 this past weekend. She looked great! She was dancing and twirling in her beautiful blue-gray, spaghetti-strapped, BCBG dress. People around her were laughing and dining on catered crab cakes, baked ravioli, and stuffed mushrooms all while sipping pomegranate martinis. A beautiful, white, sheet cake sat nearby on a table but served as a decoy for the REAL cake that had yet to make an entrance—a fluffy, light-as-a-cloud, cream-filled confection adorned with a colorful array of plump, glazed, fresh fruit that quivered with anticipation!
Prediction: on my thirtieth birthday I will be eating a fried fish sandwich in the parking lot of a Kittle’s next to the motel where I’m staying courtesy of Goofaw’s Chuckle Room.