My Belated Birthday Cake

For YEARS I've begged and pleaded with my parents to let me have a Mighty Ducks Cake and every year it was a Race Car Cake, then a Monster Truck Cake, then a Detroit Redwings Cake, then a Dump Truck Cake, then a WWE The Rock cake, then a New Orleans Saints Cake, my High School Graduation Cake was NOTHING like what I had hoped and prayed for!

I wanted something for ME you know two cakes two different siblings same birthday....yeah no. My brother won out again and got HIS design on the top of the cake: A World War II Air Craft Carrier.

Hell even my twentieth birthday cake revolved around my brother's choice and he got of all goddamned things excuse my language: A fricken Bikini Clad woman on the top!

What am I? Chopped liver? Don't I exist?

So after that I went to the City hall and applied for a new birth certificate stating my birthday is no longer October 31st,1977 but June 6th,1977 just so my brother can have his day and I can have mine but as per usual no one remembered my birthday in the family because my niece was supposed to have been born May 18th but my sister's Obstetrician told her that her conception date was off and that she actually conceived October 6th and her baby would be born June 6th.

Great I already have to share the one day that is supposed to be special with another person who for the last thirty five years has gotten his design on top of the cake, has gotten everything his heart desired just because we lost a twin and I've just been shoved off to the side for Ryder Ryder Ryder Ryder Ryder Ryder! Ryder this, Ryder that! Ryder got an A+ on his report card! Big freaking deal! I've been getting straight A's since first grade!

Glory Halleluiah!