We held Dair's 90th birthday party in the fellowship hall at her church and invited friends to stop by to help celebrate. In addition to a bbq lunch, we had a large sheet cake with a nine and zero candle on it. We lit the candles, sang happy birthday, then held the cake up for Dair to blow them out. She took a big breath and spluttered all over the top of the cake. The entire room witnessed her spraying the cake with spit!
Everyone laughed and one lady piped up, "no cake for me, thanks." I replied, "hey, her germs have helped her survive to 90, they must be full of immunities." I guess either everybody forgot about the incident or took my words to heart because there was very little cake left at the end of the party.
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