I don't want to have a cake or eat one.
Devin and I had an interesting discussion last night. Well, I thought it was interesting, maybe you'll think it was boring (should you decide to read this now).
Anyway, he asked me what kind of cake I wanted for my birthday. I told him I didn't want one. I said I would rather him spend 3 hours doing pretty much anything else besides spending 3 hours in the kitchen. (It really would take like 3 hours since he does it all from scratch.) Plus, I don't want the kitchen to be a mess of dishes and cake ingredients. He said, "How can you not want cake on your birthday?" I told him I don't really like cake anyway, so it doesn't matter. "But it's your birthday!" he said. Yes, since it is my birthday, I am deciding to have no cake! Living 3 hours husbandless to get a birthday cake in return is not worth it.
On his birthday, he can bake himself a cake. I'm not being sassy, that's really what he'll want--to bake his own cake.
I think he'll try again to convince me to let him bake me a cake. It won't work.