My wife Staci’s birthday is next week. So I went to the grocery store to get her a cake. The woman in the bakery section handed me a notebook of possible cake designs. The whole first half of the book contained various types of birthday cakes. Boring.
But in the back of the book were much more interesting cakes. Non-birthday cakes. St. Patrick’s Day cakes, Thanksgiving cakes, Father’s Day cakes. After a great deal of thought, I chose the Hanukkah cake. On it is a big Menorah.
I should mention that we’re not Jewish. Nor is her name “Stan,” which is the name I gave the bakery woman to put on the cake.
I’m not even sure she knows what “shalom” means, which is too bad because that’s the special message that will be written next to the word “Stan.”
Before you start calling me immature and insensitive, you should know that I’m getting her a really nice present.
It’s a ladder from Home Depot.
I hope Stan likes ladders.