My Birthday Cake.

Dear Diary,
Quite unexpectedly, a group of my Kool-Aid drinking zombie minions decided to throw a little birthday party for me yesterday. We all really had a wonderful time.

Problem, though.

Whoever put the cake together put the number 44 on the cake instead of 48. Golly, it was my 48th birthday and all.

I guess they should have checked my birth certificate......ha ha ha !!!

Yeah, right. I crack myself up, sometimes.