I love it when a cute baked good can have a good laugh at its own expense.
I'll admit it, I'm a grown woman with a not entirely ironic fondness for Twilight. I'm not a mom, I'm not living vicariously through my teenage daughters (because, ick). I'm just a person who sometimes loves reading really schlocky, badly-written novels with quickly moving plot lines. I wouldn't be ashamed of this cake showing up on my birthday, except that Edward looks a little sickly gray and moldy. Not a good look for a sparkly vampire.
We just had an old chair reupholstered recently and decided not to have tufted cushions because those damn buttons catch on everything and rip out all the time. In cake form, the only thing buttons have to worry about is my sneaky fingers popping them off and eating them.
Just this week I have noticed the fat bumblebees all over the flowers in my garden. I like the low droning buzz they make and their lazy, slow progress. It makes me want to lay in the grass and maybe eat a piece of cake with daisies on it.