We went to lunch today to celebrate my Grandfather’s 94th birthday. What can I say? People in my family live for EVAR.
The lunch had gone well and we had just finished singing happy birthday to Grandpa when the waitress sheepishly walked up to the table. She had been in the process of bringing the cake back to the kitchen to slice it up for us when, well, there was a bit of an accident.
Behold, my grandfather’s birthday cake.
Luckily, they gave him a slice before whisking the cake away.
When you make it to 94, you probably don’t get all hung up on little things like your cake making it safely back to the table.
Heck, we all thought it was hilarious.
