I was going to write about my very fun surprise birthday party, but I realized that the only people who read this blog were there.  I was going to share the story about me losing my supper after an unfortunate cupcake incident, but you already know all about that.  One of you had first ear experience.  Get it, Catherine, instead of first hand?  I was also going to share how delicious those cupcakes were before they came back up.  They were so delicious that after feeling like I ate something I was allergic to in the apple crumb one I decided a second flavor would heal all that was ailing me, so I ate a vanilla one.  Then I was going to talk about how the vanilla one didn't help, but instead sped up the throwing up process.  Lastly, I wanted to inform you that throwing up all those cupcakes did not deter me from eating the left overs for the next couple of days.  That's right friends, I'm a fighter.  I'm not sure if I threw up at the end of the party or if the party ended because I threw up.  That we'll never know.  What we do know is that I will always do something embarrassing or disgusting any time I am taken in a public setting.  That, as they say, is Irish for the course.