Remember a couple of weeks ago when the family got together to celebrate my mom's birthday? And how my smart ass sister decided to put 60 actual birthday candles on the cake? Well, you'd expect she'd still have some of those candles left, right? Especially since there were some brand new ones in those boxes that didn't get burned.
But we all know how wives communicate things to their husbands. And then how husbands actually interpret those words into something maybe slightly different than what the wife meant. Right? I was married once. I remember how that stuff works.
So my sister told the hubs to throw out the candles. Meaning the burnt up, half melted ones that were on the cake. He interpreted that to mean literally what she said. Throw out the candles. All of the candles. Even the unused ones. Well, that's a guy for ya.
Last night while the family was over to celebrate my brother's birthday it came time to do the cake part. And here is where the controversy began. No candles. Well, you can't have a birthday cake and sing the birthday song without the ceremonious blowing out of the candles. So what to do? What to do?
We began searching the house for something acceptable to burn on top of the birthday cake. Lil' Travis thought we should use this holiday pillar. Uh...... no.
Everyone waits with anticipation as we try to figure out a solution to this dilemma.
Hmmmmm..... any ideas? We need to improvise here, people.
Here's the candle-thrower-outer himself. But you have to give the experienced father of five credit at least for being able to juggle a baby in one hand and light candles with the other. That's right. We solved the problem.
With tea light candles! A little ghetto maybe but they get the job done. LOL! Hey... that's just how we roll.
Travis finally got to blow out his candles. With a little help from Braeden, his step-son. If my brother were actually married to his girlfriend, I mean. (No pressure though.)
For some reason, Braeden needed to smell the cake. Which I thought was funny and decided to snap a pic of.
Hope you enjoyed your birthday party, little brother.
PS. By the way.... did you check out the mad linkage in this post? That's cuz we're a blogging family. We all have our own blogs. It's quite addicting, you see. But be warned, if you click over to my brother's blog you may be offended. Unless you have a sick, twisted, raunchy sense of humor like the rest of my family. It's definitely not your typical blog. And some of the inside jokes you won't get. Cuz no matter how old they get, little brothers never grow out of annoying their sisters.