So I made my husband a birthday cake this year. A homemade birthday cake. However, it wasn’t just any cake. It was a giant penis shaped from forty-eight cupcakes. The dirty cake took up the entirety of my kitchen table and was the star of the surprise party I threw for him.
Moments after he walked in and all of his friends yelled “SURPRISE” he got a chance to admire his cake. He laughed immediately.
A penis cake: For your husband? Is that what you’re saying? Because I know. I suppose I even understand. But the thing is: My husband and have a different sort of relationship. It’s a relationship based on humor rather than romanticized sap. From day one, we were all about the jokes. Me giving him penis shaped items was really at the top of the list.
It started with a penis magnet for his refrigerator, which he accidentally kept up while showing his home to potential buyers. Then it was penis breath mints. I took the sticker off so that when he first ate one, he would have no idea what was making his breath so minty fresh. Even better? The first time he opened the box he shared them with friends. It was priceless.
He gives me weird gifts too. One Valentine’s Day he gave me an antique bingo machine. I loved it. I would take it over flowers any day.
I suppose my point is this: While our love is not one spun from classic romantic gestures, we still have a common bond. Even if it is our humor and my strange adoration for penis shaped gifts.
What makes your relationship strange?
By Amanda Hill for Shamelessly Sassy
