Trooping the Storm

Storm Trooper
Originally uploaded by K.C. Belle.

This is the Storm Trooper cake Abby and I made for Tim's birthday. He is kind of boring when it comes to cake, he doesn't like chocolate and he prefers not to have layer cake, so this was it.
He didn't get it at first, but then it hit him. Hey, I tried, right.
His birthday was...well, it just kind of was. There was a huge snowstorm all day, but he got to leave work early. Tony and Tim2 were supposed to come over but the roads were too bad to pick up/drop off Tim2 and Tony didn't want to drive either so we had a quiet night.
He did presents and cake before the girls went to bed and his mom (who had been there to baby-sit and was planning to NEVER leave) left. Tim is weird about gifts. He was into it being his birthday, but I couldn't tell what he was looking for. Abby had picked out some clothes for him, so between that, an awesome dinner, and a storm trooper cake I was thinking he would think it was a good birthday, but all he wanted to do was complain about having to snow blow the driveway (I did the sidewalks). When he opened his gifts he referred to the sweater we got him as "poo brown" and he didn't even take anything out of the other box to see what else there was.
So why do I bother?
Well, I guess it is because I am hoping to set a good example for my kids. I want them to know that there is at least one day a year that is all about them so that the other 364 that aren't about them are a little easier to deal with.
One day I will get Tim's birthday right and I won't spend Valentine's Day irritated that I worked my ass off for him to prance around and tell me that he would have rather had this or rather done that. Which leads us down this ugly road about V-Day.
I don't care.
Really, I don't, but because I am usually cranky the day after his birthday because I have done everything short of standing on my head for him to turn his nose up at, he thinks I am mad because he didn't stop at Jewel and buy me the last mixed bouquet they have.
Oy.