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I showed up at work this morning to find a bright orange birthday cake on my desk.

On a normal day, this might seem strange, but today is my birthday and the simple concoction of milk, cream, eggs, sugar and flour brought tears to my eyes.

I was surprised and delighted, to say the least, and took it all in with a look on my face that closely resembled the Stepford birthday girl's expression on the vintage album cover below. I haven't had a cake this grand since I was a little girl and my mom would trek on over to Carvel to get me my much desired Fudgie the Whale or Cookiepuss cake. This cake is even better.

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My cake has my name spelled out in perfect purple cake icing calligraphy and is topped off by miniature handbag and high-heeled shoe candles. I also scored helium balloons and the special edition 2 DVD set of Confessions of a Shopaholic. All courtesy of my darling co-worker Jody.

Did I mention my crystal tiara?

It makes me not even care that I'm another year way past the legal drinking age.


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Samara Sanchez

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Sammy Sanchez is a Miami based freelance writer, greeting card designer, and self-professed USWeeklyholic. Sammy loves tall coffee light frappuccinos, vino not from a box, and Mark Ruffalo...not necessarily in that order.
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