The Dirty Thirty!

Austin kept asking me how old I was turning.

Me: "I'm turning thirty".
Austin: "Dirty?"
Me: "No, Thirty."
Austin: "Dirty Thirty?" (with a smile)
Me: "Yeah, I guess..."

I'm not usually a very demanding person but for my birthday all I wanted was John to make me a decadent chocolate cake. Can you think of a better way to celebrate "30" than by drowning yourself in a sea of chocolate? He actually made it the night before my birthday since we were flying to Utah on my actual birthday. He went to work in their kitchen meticulously measuring, pouring, and baking the cake. He even doubled the frosting recipe because there's no reason to be stingy on birthdays and well let's face it...he knows me too well.



Then disaster struck...


As he was turning the cake plate to smooth out the final layer of frosting he turned the cake platter...right into the sink. Two casualties...the cake and great-grandma's cake platter. I felt so bad for him. I tried to salvage what I could but there were glass shards in most of the cake. Don't worry...I was able to eat enough of the cake to see how moist and fabulous it was.


Then John did the only logical thing any man would do...put sparklers and bottle rockets in it and blow it up to smithereens. Just saying that makes me feel like a pirate.

John making the cake

               Bottle Rocket birthday candles are the only way to go.

We flew into Utah on my birthday and we headed straight to Garet and Sharee's. She had a fabulous dinner and a huge red velvet cake for me. She is so thoughtful and so good to me!

Red Velvet Baby!

Cecilie, Shar, and me