Have a "bite" of cake...

Amy couldn't find "23" so I actually turned "94" yesterday...

I was told that I was aging rather well... =)

The kids getting ready (they kindly removed my glasses) for the "mordita" (bite) of cake. It's usually customary to resist for a little bit... and so my neck muscles are killing me this morning...
In the action of smashing me, myself, and I's face into the cake...
The grand finale...

Yesterday was my birthday... a day that should be filled with fun, delight, humor, etc. A day where your close friends gather 'round, showing their love and appreciation for your presence in their midst. A day when no one would wish you ill or hope that your face would get shoved into a chocolate cake, liberally decorated with whipped cream, until you realize that there is a reason you can't breathe... the pastel (cake) up your nose.

No one here would think of doing such a thing.

It just wouldn't be done.

Yeah, right.

It is a tradition in Mexico for the "mordita" to take place... the birthday girl/boy gets her/his face shoved into their birthday cake, and then has to eat the part that gets touched. So in a roundabout way it's a good thing... the bigger the face-shove, the more cake you get to eat!

Let me just insert here that I didn't finish my piece of cake since it didn't really exist after the face-plant... lol. But... it was certainly a good time, and other than cleaning out cake and whipped cream from nose, mouth, and eyes... it was a fun birthday present... =)

I would also like to send a brief shout-out to my friend Amy... who bought the candles (94), made the cake (I think), cut my "face plant" piece, and (lovingly) added a 3-inch thick helping of whipped topping to my piece of cake, which she didn't give to anyone else... I wonder why???

In honor of her help, well-wishes, and dedication, I would like to post this picture of another "Merry Christmas" surprise administered to her the other day... it was beautiful... =)