“the laziest man i ever met put popcorn in his pancakes so they would turn over by themselves.”–w. c. fields

i have a story that desperately needs to be told.

once upon a time, i was in arizona for christmas.
every time i would see them, stephanie and her dear family would tell me just how much i would love their christmas present for me.
”it’s going to be the best present you’ve ever gotten.”
”you’re just going to laugh and laugh.”
”this will trump any present you get this christmas, regardless of what it is.”
…stuff like that.
then stephanie confessed that they were probably over-hyping it.
it would probably be semi-anticlimactic.
i have never turned bright red because of a gift i’ve received, nor have tears been shed from laughing so hard.
so this was a first.
what did i pull out of that gift bag, you must be asking?
it was a simple, white t-shirt.
the front had this picture on it:

in case you can’t tell, tayte’s face is on a stack of pancakes.
for obvious reasons, i wore it when his break the fast was having pancakes.
oh and this is the story behind my birthday cake being a stack of pancakes.
the johnsons were right.
best. present. ever.
well…almost :)