And have it again

and that for my 50th, the boys
got me a tall white cake with sparkling white almond cream frosting that said happy birthday Rox in flamingo pink vintage icing that was so strong it tasted like liquore and we had platefuls for 3 days straight and got so dizzy and dependent, blindingly obedient and under spell because during pandemic the receptors for something disguised as love are truly round and open
and when the party was over and the crumbs were gone, we sulked around for a day or two getting by on Bomb Pops and Fage until it occurred to me we might have some almond extract in the cake drawer and lo and behold we did, along with a packet of Bob's Gluten Free white cake mix due to expire July 17, 2020, so wouldn't you know it, the boy and I got to work and even found enough powdered sugar for the grand finale and in no time we had ourselves a second birthday cake. It'll be hell to pay when we run out again; it might be a while before we can come by those ingredients again, but for all the spilled powdered sugar and standing around in the kitchen licking the cages of frosting fresh out of the mixing bowl, it was worth it, it was normalcy, even so