Went shopping at my favorite place to save money, to see what I could cross off my list, before going to one of those glitzy, bells and whistles, stores for what was left. As is typical, I ended up with a few things that were not a part of the original plan. As we were beginning to unload the cart, I spotted the cutest little chocolate bundt cake sitting right there next to the checkout lane. Into the cart it went, and then after thinking better of it, put it back on the shelf. Then back into the cart, after a very convincing argument arose in my head.
That Triple Chocolate Creme cake would be the perfect birthday cake for the man of my house, who celebrates his birthday the day before Thanksgiving. It would have to be that Triple Chocolate Creme cake or no birthday cake at all. Now that just seemed wrong.
