Saturday, September 17, 2011

GDIACF



Another celebration.....

Two years ago, Cheshire Superior Court ordered my ex husband to pay $5,000 for moving expenses for myself and my son to move. Again, a person working 2 jobs and making $120,000 at one and $100,000 at another was too poor to pay and appealed to the court and got out of paying. 

Thankfully, one of my best friends (behind my back!) contacted a bunch of our friends and on the day where she and I were going to just pack up some of our stuff - 14 of my friends shocked me by showing up to my house. Some of my favorite memories come from this deception, if anything it has shown me that regardless of what bad happens in my world my friends are there and they are a priceless collection of some of the most amazing people on Earth.

The story of the cake unfolds...
  
     On Sunday my friends came to helped me move (I still need to go back & get odds & ends but I have til Sept 15th to leave) I was struggling a bit - I was watching people throw my things into boxes and just completely overwhelmed by it all. One of the funniest comments happened when they took apart my bed and found a gun mag under the mattress (did I mention I married a psycho? more on that later!)

   Chris & Libby threw me in the car & took me to Market Basket to buy soda & then we were supposed to get pizza. well while we were at the store - 

Libby says, "Kerri - you deserve cake - lets go get one!"

So like idiots we run over to the bakery - we are looking at cakes - one was orange with flames, which was an on going joke between Chris & I because she plays WOW & one of the times I was over a friend of hers through the computer shouted "GO DIE IN A CAR FIRE" & since then I was hooked on the saying. 

The flaming cake wasn't chocolate, which is my favorite - so there was this pretty one with flowers & lil lady bugs - so I pick that one - then the kid (cute lil boy all of maybe 17) says, "what can I write on it for you?" 

I stare right at him and say, "GO DIE IN A CAR FIRE - that is what I want written on it" I think I broke his psyche 8)

He looked at me in panic and turns to his manager and says, "am I allowed to write that on a cake?!" & his manager says, "NO! I want to write it" & grabs a flaming red bag of icing & writes it on the cake - now we are laughing hysterically & anyone within 20 feet ratios of us is now involved - I mean we had people all around us hysterical - it was nuts. 

I carry it to the check out & the woman checking us out is all like "wow - what a lovely cake" and then reads the thing and looks at us and goes "oh my - who are you giving that to" and we just cracked up laughing & explained it was divorce therapy 8)

Nothing says friendship like flaming cake....

Seriously, that day was a defining moment in my life & I don't think I will ever forget or stop being grateful to my friends for being there.




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