First off: I am nineteen! o.O

On august 29. I seriously thought I would be seventeen for eternity. Phooey.

Anyway, my mom, who is awesome, decides she is going to make me a checkerboard cake. From scratch. Not really so hard when you think about it, unless you consider that a) we live at 5000 feet and b) mom isn't much of a baker. Not really her fault, seeing as we live at 5000 FRIGGIN' FEET OH MY GOD. so we are all terrified of what will happen if she actually makes the cake, and we are putting it off, until my birthday finally rolls around and we get this little wee fudge cake from King Soopers just so there is something to stick candles in. It was actually tasty.

A week later, we finally get the ingredients, and we spend all day, literally all day, making this cake. We did not leave the house, for real. And we finally finish cleaning up and start baking and frosting and everything, and the whole bs with the candles and stuff, and....
Well.
It is dry.
Like a bone. Like a dry, dusty bone.
Poor mom.
Another two weeks later, we go and buy two butter recipe super moist box cake mixes, one chocolate and one yellow. It takes us one hour to make the cake, and it is delicious. On september 19th, I am enjoying my august 29 birthday cake, and it tastes goooood.

, Amy