the molar of the story

This week was fairly momentous in the almost-Olsen household. Jordan turned 28 on Tuesday, and we celebrated our one year anniversary (better known as Step Up to the Plate, or SUP, day) on Wednesday.

Jordan and I had a nice candlelight dinner at home for his birthday, and then had a tasty strawberry cake (per Jordan's request... it's one of his mom's recipes) for dessert. Just the two of us. As we settled in to watch a movie, a few friends who were "just in the neighborhood" stopped by and said happy birthday. Jordan was gracious enough to offer them some of his strawberry birthday cake, but didn't think any more of it. We chatted for a few more minutes, and then welcomed a few more friends who were also "just in the neighborhood." After the fourth friend, Jordan realized he had been reverse-surprised, and I went to fetch the real birthday cake I had made for him: a cake in the shape of a giant molar.

The tooth cake was a hit aesthetically, but our friend Steve loved the strawberry cake so much that as people walked in, he would point to it and say emphatically, "eat that cake."

It also might have had something to do with the fact that Jordan struggled a bit blowing out his 28 candles. Needless to say, I have a lot of left-over tooth cake in the fridge. I don't mind too much though.

I also found out I got into the global health masters program at Duke this week! Decisions will have to be made, but right now I'm just going to keep on eating funfetti cake.