My twin and I were chatting on the phone about my upcoming surgery.
She said to me, “What can I do?”
I thought for a moment and then said, “I would like some Uterus Cake. Yes. Yes, I would like to pay tribute to the uterus. I mean, without it the world would not have Rhema and Hope. This can be our way of saying “Thank you” and “Goodbye.”
“Uterus Cake. You got it.”
Immediately my sis hung up the phone and called the bakery lady.
“My sister is having surgery next week. We need Uterus Cake. ASAP.”
The bakery lady did not miss a beat, “Uterus Cake. You got it.”
A couple days later when my twin went to pick up the cake, she was rendered momentarily speechless.
The beautiful cake… appeared to be a white pregnant lady.
This was a major crisis. Because I am neither pregnant nor white.
You may ask, how? How did my twin know the cake was a white girl?
Well, you can’t see it in the picture but the… um… cleavage… the color of the cleavage gave it away.
She rushed the cake home and sat it on her kitchen table. She paced and contemplated her next move. The whole family would be arriving soon.
She ran to the store and bought chocolate frosting.
Sniff. It is a good, good sister who will paint the er, girls, on your cake with chocolate frosting.
So there you have it. My Uterus Cake.
My Dad totally didn’t get it. He wondered why we got a Minnie Mouse cake. He thought the, er, girls were Minnie Mouse’s ears.
And it was a little weird when I was handed the knife to cut the cake, aka, me. I felt like I was giving myself a C-section.
I loved my cake, and we laughed ourselves silly! I want Cervix or Ovary Cake next.
My sister is the best!