
Luckily another thought popped intomy head for her new birthday. We loved to make bets with eachother. The one who loses has to do something for the other and therecent bet we made with each other had to with baked goods. Mebeing me, I didn’t lose. I’d never let myself lose the chance totaste something that she would make for me. I recalled her going onand on complaining about how I should have been the one baking hersomething. Her diabetes inducing Nutella Cheesecake. That was whatI made for her birthday.
Sounds like a great plan yeah? AsMurphy’s law states ‘What can go wrong will go wrong.’ Nobody eatsa cheesecake hot. Yeah, that’s what went wrong. Second, the cakecontainer was smaller than the cake and we had to pack it in there.The way it looked wasn’t pretty, can tell you that. Third, thecontainer couldn’t even stay closed. It kept falling apart and wehad to hold it together with our lives in fear that we’d drop itonto the floor. I bet some of you don’t know this but when you eata cheesecake that hasn’t been put in the fridge long enough, it’sreally a mess. She must’ve seen the disappointment in my eyesbecause she couldn’t stop telling me how good it was even though weknew it wasn’t that great.
However with all that done, thesearch for a record player didn’t cease. I spent weeks, even monthslooking for record players. Google had been my best friend the
