My birthday was a few days ago. In preperation Nikki started putting out feelers.

"So what kind of cake do you like," she casually asked me. "Eh," I replied, "I don't really like cake."

"You don't like cake?" she asked incredulously. I shook my head. "Nope. You know I'm not a big sweets fan."

"But what about a cake for your birthday?"

"I never really got cake on my birthday." I thought for a moment. "You know what I'd really love? If someone got me a pizza. And put candles in it. That's be the best birthday cake ever. Or pie I guess. Pizza pie, that is." Oh, I crack myself up. Nikki just shook her head at me.

But low and behold, the next day when I came in I was greeted by the group walking towards me, holding open a pizza box with a cheese pizza inside and a birthday candle in the middle.

"You got me pizza with a candle?!" I exclaimed. "Seriously?! Pizza with a candle?! This is the greatest gift ever!"

And it kinda was.