Goose's A Romance Troll and I Shouldn't Take Sleeping Pills

Today I had promised to write about Goose failing/trolling while trying to be romantic.  And I still will, because I want to keep my promises to you guys.  However, I'm also writing about something that happened not ten minutes ago because it's better.  Let's knock the romance thing out of the way first.

Goose found a slow version of "Baby Got Back" by Jonathon Coulton and tried to serenade me with it.
Here's the song:

                           

A friend of mine, Sid, was apparently very proud of Goose.  Here's the conversation we had:


Scamp: Goose's stupid
Sid: Why
Scamp: He is singing a slow version of "Baby Got Back" apparently trying to be romantic.  He said something about sprung, shaking it, and silicone.
Sid: MAKE HIM FIVE MY HIGH
Scamp: ...I did but I didn't enjoy it.
Scamp: ....he just gazed into my eyes and said he was down to get the friction on. wtf
Sid: ....nice one goose. nice one
Scamp: Now he's gently singing "baaaaabyyyy got baaaack"
Sid: This is how I'm gonna talk to my next girlfriend

So some people were impressed with his display of emotion, but not I.  Not I.

Now to the better story!  (Maybe I'm biased since I'm getting cake but whatever)

So here's what happened when I woke up:

Goose: You talked in your sleep for like half an hour.
Me: About what?
Goose: You asked for 12 layer cake and frosting.
Me: Where are mom and dad?
Goose: The store
Me: ARE THEY BUYING IT?
Goose:....*faceplam*
Me: THIS IS IMPORTANT!
Goose: NO THEY AREN'T BUYING YOU A 12 LAYER CAKE
Me: I NEED TO CALL THEM.

So you realize the gravity of this situation, here's a 12 layer cake.

So I ran downstairs in my still 40% asleep state and called my dad.

Me: DAD!?
Dad: ...yes?

Me: (hyperspeed) ARE YOU BUYING THAT CAKE CAUSE I REALLY WANT THAT CAKE IT DOESN'T HAVE TO HAVE 12 LAYERS OR SIMPSONS CHARACTERS ON THE BOX LIKE THE 12 WE HAD IN THE FRIDGE IN MY DREAM IT COULD POSSIBLY BE CHEESE OR ICE-CREAM TOO.  IT DOESN'T REALLY NEED 12 LAYERS.

Dad: *sigh* Sure.  We're buying a cake.

So I don't know if he was serious or just pacifying me, but he better be serious because that is not something you joke about.

So here I am, writing a blog post while I await my cakey dreams to come true.  And THIS is why I don't take sleeping pills on a regular basis anymore.

Oh, and I totally sleep in my badass footie pajamas (but not really cause I move too much while I sleep and choke myself, I just wanted to brag about my footie pajamas)

PS: I'll update later about whether or not I got that cake.  And I'm sad I had to say this because now the post doesn't really end in footie pajamas.

UPDATE: I gotta cake! It's Angel Food and mom's gonna make strawberry topping.