Last Friday, Abby and I stopped at Genuardi’s grocery store after I picked her up from school to get some Valentine’s Day stuff for Berta. I got a card - but I saw these little 5-inch cakes that were pretty cute and decorated for the holiday, so I asked Abby which one she thought Berta would like.
We checked out and took the card and cake home. We beat Berta home, but only by a minute, so I had to hurry and stow both the cake and card in the basement refrigerator.
Some days pass and Valentine’s Day arrives, to some surprise.
I went home for lunch. Berta was already there, working from home because Abby was home, sick with some throat ailment. I went to the basement with a pen to sign my card and fetch the cake.
I emerged into the kitchen where Berta was working with my cake in hand. She started laughing.
Apparently, she had gone to Abby’s school this morning to drop off the Valentine’s Day supplies that I had promised her class thinking that Abby would be in attendence. On her way back, she stopped at Genuardi’s and looked for some Valentine’s Day stuff for me.
Seeing a cute 5-inch cake decorated for the holiday, she grabbed it and headed for the checkout.
Not only did we both get little cakes, but they’re both decorated exactly the same.
I would say that this is a good Valentine’s Day story, but it’s still kind of creepy. I must now go wrap my head in aluminum foil.
