Chocolate on chocolate. Okay then. I would get the cake at Publix.
As I was looking at the cake selections at Publix, Jonathan and I exchanged a series of texts. It was a text conversation, and I'm only telling you this so you can appreciate how Jonathan was on my mind.
I selected a cake, asked them to write Happy Confirmation on top, and after I finished shopping I picked up the cake and headed home.
It wasn't until later, when I was rearranging things in the refrigerator, that I noticed the cake said:
HAPPY CONFIRMATION, JONATHAN!
That Jonathan, he causes trouble without even meaning to. I thought of taking the cake back so they could fix it but--and I freely admit this--I was too embarrassed. After the back-and-forth exchange I had with the nice lady in the bakery on the proper spelling of Jonathan ... how could I go back and admit I gave the wrong name?
The fact is, I could not.
At some point today I will scrape off JONATHAN so the cake will say ...
HAPPY CONFIRMATION, [blank space]!
It is what it is.