August is a big birthday month around Loafkeeper Farm. (Can we still call it a “farm” when there are only two chickens and not much of anything planty growing besides weeds?) I think August is the best month for birthdays. Anya sure messed up.

For my birthday, I requested Andy make me a rainbow cake. Andy has never liked making birthday cakes, and every year I have to do lots of whining to convince him the horror of cake making is less than that of my whining. So, I’d sent him the link to the rainbow cake, and he’d purchased the pack of fancy-schmancy food coloring, and he decided to get started one hot August day when Anya and I were taking a nap. He was doing okay, when out in the kitchen I heard such a clatter that I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Well, no, I really didn’t because I knew what the matter was: Andy was making a birthday cake. There was banging and cursing and the sound of things being tossed about. It was really quite impressive.

After nap time, Anya and I emerged and I went to go find my cake. Poor little cake. It was so sad and mangled looking. The top layer was held together by frosting and a prayer, and there was no frosting on the outside of the cake…just between the layers. Andy later told me he’d run out of frosting. I wanted to take a photo of it, but Andy wouldn’t let me. He did, however, allow a slice of cake to be photographed. I think the colors are fabulous…and it tasted fantastic. (Even better after it’d been frozen.)

Kenny’s birthday is also in August. I made him a card, and I liked it so much I wanted to keep it and play with it, but I couldn’t find a charger for it.

Andy’s birthday is next (at least in the family), but he doesn’t like cake or small, hand-held video game devices. Whatever will I do?