Our housemate, Kay got me a small German chocolate cake. To explain “small,” it was about six-inches across and to explain “was,” — I ate it all along with drinking two large glasses of milk.
By the time I was finished, I knew I would have h3ll to pay as I was super-full. I don’t usually eat cake of any sort and it’s been a couple months since I’ve had a milk.
Then I went to bed until it was time to get up and get ready for work. I awakened with a sick headache and a queasy stomach.
It was so bad that I refused the chicken dinner Mary had made for me. And I never turn away food — especially chicken.
So all-in-all, I’d say it’s a birthday worth remembering!