My problem began when my boyfriend made me a cake.
Okay, let me back up a second. It was my birthday, and Jimmy decided a celebration was in order. Normally, I try to avoid birthdays and things like that. Too much bother over yet another year past. But Jimmy is such a sweetheart, and really, I'm kind of new at the whole boyfriend thing, so when he trailed the hint in front of me, I didn't voice any objection.
"What kind of cake do you like?" He queried.
This was a normal question-