Saints, Warner, the 8th, Cake . . . (It makes sense, I promise.)

Congratulations to the Saints! So happy!

What a game! I was on the edge of my seat! I sure am going to miss football.

Speaking of "miss" and "football." I really am going to miss Kurt Warner too.

You know, I was watching him give his press conference, when he announced he was retiring and someone asked him something like "You're 38, in football thats old but now you're not old anymore . . .?"

I started thinking. I remember when my Dad turned 40 and I thought. "Wow, my Dad is FORTY!"

Well you know what! Kurt Warner is not really (when you think about it) that much older than I am! When the heck did THAT happen?!?

I used to not mind my birthday . . . but lately I'm feeling kind of up there (And technically, I'm really not!) . . . Maybe we should just skip February 8th and move right on to the 9th.

Alright, I need comfort food . . . someone find me some cake! (Oh yea, there is none of that either, I'M the cake baker around here . . .)