Happy Birthday Beauregard!

If he were to actually read this blog, he would want me to inform you that his name is not Beauregard; just plain Beau.  Thursday (his bday) we met Ryan (Beau's BFF), Ryan's wife, Beau's parents and my parents for dinner.

If you will notice, I had a death grip on his cake because if everything went to Hell, the only thing that would've mattered was that Beau got his blasted carrot cake.  This carrot cake will have to be a lifelong tradition.  It all started last year when I ordered one from a local Benton bakery, Just Leave it to Liz, thinking it would be a nice gesture.  Not only was it appreciated by the birthday boy but became his one demand.  Throughout the year he randomly reminded me that he wanted "that carrot cake" for his birthday.  Of course I ordered the cake from the same bakery weeks in advance and had the person taking the order over the phone informed that the cake fee had gone up from $40 to $250 and my first born I would have said, "I'll be in on the 17th to pick the cake up."  

On Thursday he called me at work and the following conversation took place:

Beau: "When are you picking the cake up?"

Me: "5-ish"

Beau: "And you're taking it to the restaurant for everyone to eat?"

Me: "Yes."

Beau: "Do you think you could just forget to take it to the restaurant?"

Me: "I've told everyone about this dang carrot cake, Beau!"

Beau: "Maybe you could just pick one up from the grocery store and let them think it's that cake..."

Me: "I have to go."

The good news is he went home with plenty of leftover cake and as of last night, there was at least eight slices left.  I just hope everyone at dinner was not on to his ulterior motive when he insisted we all get appetizers before the food arrived.

We had a great time and at dinner I managed to only embarrass myself once when I was talking about how much I hate picking out cards for Beau because I sooo don't do the whole "Happy Birthday to the love of my life, my soul-mate" garbage.  Literally, the card he received from me this year had a bear on the cover and the inside message was something along the lines of, "Happy Birthday.  I love you beary much".  His Valentines Day card said, "I love you more than a kid loves recess."  Well, my story was funny for about 10 seconds until Beau opened his card from my parents that read, "Happy Birthday to the son-in-law we prayed for before we even knew your name."

Thanks, Mother.