I am notoriously cranky on birthdays. This year, I was forced out of my seclusion and was treated for my 31 years of putting up with all of the nonsense in this world.
My condition on leaving my apartment for my birthday was simple. I required a cupcake. I typically go for one the Dairy Queen ice cream cake cupcakes, but this year, I was taken to Indianapolis to shop. I was taken to Ikea, to get my new drivers license (adulating), and to Penney's, Old Navy, and Charming Charlie. When it came time for the obligatory cupcake, I was pretty disappointed in how hard it was to find a cupcake. The first place we went had only muffins, the second place was closed, and finally we did exactly what my brother suggested. We headed over to Gigi's to get a cupcake supreme. We grabbed a cup of expensive coffee at Starbucks next door and we were set to enter the sugar comas that dreams are made of. I opted for the strawberry shortcake while my mom opted for wedding cake. Part of me said, get chocolate, it's your day, but the reasonable side of me said, I may throw up if I eat too much chocolate mixed with a white mocha. My choice was ideal. Aside from barely getting past the frosting, that may have been the best cupcake ever.
This year, no one canceled plans, no one broke up with me, and no one died. I hope that is a good sign to the 31 year.
If this is being posted before 7pm, I'm a poser. I'm probably drinking tea.