A post-dinner conversation with my husband tonight while he’s rummaging around in the kitchen:

Me: Hey, Baby, would you bring me that piece of cake in the fridge and a fork?

Hubby: We have cake in the fridge?

Me: Ya, you know, the mystery cake…the one we have no idea where it came from?

Hubby: Oh, right. You sure you wanna eat that?

Me: Sure, why not?

I’m guessing it’s either from Father’s Day or Fourth of July. But it’s still moist and tastes like a Twinkie with the white cream on the outside for frosting…and apparently lasts just as long. He steps out of the kitchen and hands it to me on the couch.

Hubby: Don’t get ecoli or anything.

Me: I had my shots.