Sweet sixteen
Sadly, on Meg's special birthday, she had the most hideous cake possible. She had said she wanted a pie, the morning of her birthday, she thought she might want a cake. I went out to find her a cake and realized there was no time, the day of someones birthday, to get a nice looking cake. I picked out a blank cake and asked the bakery to write a message on it. I didn't know the man I trusted to write on her cake, wasn't a cake decorator. The cake looked really bad. I took it home and stewed about it for awhile. Finally, I used a knife and scraped all the words that the non-cake decorator wrote on her cake. I knew I could write them better than he did. My plan might have worked but I bought gel instead of frosting and the red gel bled all over the cake. The finished product was so much worse than what the non-decorator had done. I was so ashamed. I stuck some cute candles in the cake and apologized a lot.
It still tasted good and Megan was a very good sport.

1 comment:
Oh I was hoping to see a picture of me with my eyes closed on here. Thanks for making my dreams come true.
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