Cake Plus Cake Equals More Cake

I am in the process of making a German chocolate cake for a charity event when I remember that I haven't got around to making my own birthday cake yet this year. I think I have made about six cakes in 2017 so far, so this should be my highest year to date. 

My new toys for the kitchen are springform pans for making beautifully round layered cakes. I got two set of 8, 9, and 10 inch pans.

My next thought was, "Did I get any birthday presents from anyone?" Then I remembered that the owner of the local diner bought my cup of coffee as a distinct birthday gift. Just the coffee, not the cup.

I bought myself some things for a new venture in alcohol. I am going to make mead. Have yeast, will make bubbles.

I did figure out that one of my dearest friends from childhood has her birthday only a few days from mine, so I now know someone almost the exact same age as me.

On my birthday I am sitting with my wife outside a hospital waiting on a relative to show up so we can give them instructions for their medical testing, then we are leaving town in order to go to Red Lobster. While waiting I see a memorial bench nearby made from stone that has a person's name, and then their date of birth and death. I do the math and realize that this person, who died a few years ago, lived exactly one day less than what I am on my birthday right that moment. 

I did get a really cool birthday card from my mother. It has two people laying on the floor yet holding a mug of beer straight up in the air. My mother wrote my name by the feet of one of the horizontal humans and my cousin L's name by the other one. The low angle above the floor for the perspective at which the art work in drawn makes it so you can't completely see the heads of the people, BUT on the third time I read the card I noticed that one of the human figures was male and the other female based on the pair of triangular shapes for breasts! Now, understand that the two human figures are clothed wearing the same type clothing, so my mother didn't realize she was writing my male cousin's name by the feet of the female in the picture. My cousin and I laughed about this together. Now I don't remember if I told my mother about this. I will call her right now. No answer. Cell phone service is extremely lousy where she lives in a rural setting.

My mother, a non-beer person, felt the need to include the "to certain people". I must be a certain.

Update: Someone paid (in a bidding war) $31 for my cake that cost me around $5 in supplies. But my best friend Susie brought TWO pies to the same event, and wound up having her first pie go for $40. The funny part is that Susie bought BOTH of her pies back!!!