Birthday

So the12th was my birthday.I turned 19. By now,I've gotten used to having a lakckluster birthday. Every year, what I expect and what actually transpires are two very different things; what I expect is not much; just to have a nice cake, perhaps a nice present all wrapped up, and for people to just let me do my own thing, for one day. No one on my back about my shoes or anything silly. What happens?
The power goes out on the 11th, and thus I cannot shower, on my birthday becayse we don't have power. I have to go to work at 8 AM (which wasn't bad, I don't mind working on my bday) all unshowered and looking like a hot mess. I come home and have to vaccuum water out of my basement, and sit in the dark. Woo-hoo. ANd when I went out to dinner, I couldn't even order what I really wated, because it was too expensive and would detract from my gift, which was money. But whatever, all that I cared about at thispoint ws that I would get to have my chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting. Do I get it? Nope. Instead, we go to Stop and shop and buy a mediocre cake and bring it to myfamily's christmas party. So, my mom pulls it out of the fridge to serve it. She balances it one one hand much like a waiter would do, and what happens??
It fell.
On the floor.
With me right there.
I was like........................
Are you kidding me?

although. later on I was happy because that meant I could have my mom cook me the cake I really wanted. Which she is doing right now.
Funny how that worked out.