When a cake is important

For those of you against gay marriage, move on now. I don't want to hear one bad thing.seriously. If you are against gay marriage it's easy. Don't get one.

This it the hand of my friend Debbie. We threw a little shower for her today. We celebrated her marriage to Lisa last weekend.
I love it that they were referred to on the license as spouse 1 and spouse 2.
Alicia's hand stood in for Lisa because she is hiking the Appalachian trail. They have been together for 14 years. Not Alicia and Debbie, Lisa and Debbie. I have been told that at times I am hard to follow.
The sentiment is nice however, the true centerpiece of the picture is of course cake.
I am all about the cake. I love every kind of cake. Ok there are exceptions. I dislike raisins. yes I like grapes. No they are not the same thing
I can probably remember most cakes I have ever had. My most memorable? My 40th birthday. It was an epic weekend. See I had this idea to have a sleep over on Chebeague Island. We got into our pajamas and played games. We played "pin the pecker" (involving ones that we had cut out ourselves from fluorescent paper)and pinned it on a centerfold that we hung on the wall.
We played draw the perfect man . Which was really hysterical because a lot of my friends were lesbians and there no "peckers" on those men. I would like to tell you more about that night however, I don't remember a lot of it. I was tanked. Seriously tanked. I never drank like that liar liar pants on fire however, it was my birthday. I ate my cake with no utensils and no hands.
I hope those pictures have been burned. I know there is a picture of my face with a red circle and line through it on the island as you enter. I was sick all the way home. That was a fun ferry ride. Did I mention the coffin? I digress
Once I had a party where I was given a cake that looked like two big boobs. I was having surgery the next day and my friends gave me a boob voyage cake. It was incredibly realistic. Again anyone with those pictures will be killed if they show anywhere. I dropped a friend on Facebook because she threatened to post them.
There was actually a worst cake. Get this. It was SO gross. My friend thought it was hysterical. I could not eat it. It was a wait for it.......litter box cake. I am not kidding. She crushed up and dyed cookies to look like litter. She even melted tootsie rolls, served it in a litter pan with a litter scoop. I gagged and had to leave the room. Happy birthday to me!
My fiftieth cake was a simple yet delicious coconut cake made by my friend Patty. I like coconut cake.
Another island sleepover at Peaks and we could still go back the next year.
Oh how the mighty have fallen.
So congrats to Deb and Lisa may you always have happiness ........and good cake.
'Till tomorrow.