As long back as I can remember birthdays, there was always an ice cream cake involved. I guess that’s common for July kids, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Yesterday, on the way home from a nice day down at the Jersey shore (which also kind of takes me back), I stopped by my local Dairy Queen to pick up a cake. I was sort of confused and asked them what flavors they had. They said “vanilla and chocolate.” So I asked for chocolate, and they of course explained that the cake has both vanilla and chocolate, and you don’t get a choice. But wait, there was one choice to make. Pink icing or blue icing. Nice…
