This whole episode started with the cake that I deemed "would be the easiet thing in the world to do" and by now I should know that when I get that confident (or cocky) things are bound to go wrong.
I was asked to make a dummy cake for a bride that was a round three tiered cake with silver dragees on it. NOOOO PROBLEM, I can do that with my eyes closed. I ordered the dragees that ended up causing me to take out a second mortgage on my home because since I had never used them before, I had no idea how many came in a package. Ended up with enough to do about 45 cakes. And it is a good thing too, because my 18 year old son used up about half of them shooting them out of his BB gun.
Now mind you, I waited until the last minute to start because this cake is gonna be a breeze. It's Thursday and I decide to start messing around with it. Cut the stryofoam, put on fondant, started putting on beads, beads fell off, fondant cracked, ripped off fondant. Started over, decided to use BC. Couldn't ice the stryofoam because it kept sliding off the turntable. Knocked beads over, went all over the table and floor, set "cake" on the burner of the stove (stupid) that BB gun son had just turned off. Melted cake. Bought more foam, made more BC, tried again. Decided to have a drink to "calm my nerves" and ended up having one too many. Can't hold on to beads when intoxicated so I gave up, but not before I decided to try the fondant again and roll the cake in the beads. Guess what, doesn't work! Had a melt down and stomped cake in the floor. BB gun son sitting in floor laughing at me. Have BC fight with son and hubby walks in, looks around and leaves. One more time before I give it up for good, I iced the cake, used BC to attach beads, and for some reason, probably my less than sober condition and the fact that I piped HUGE BC dots to attach the beads too, they started to resemble breasts. BB gun son even thought so, but hey, he's 18, everything resembles that to him! Whole thing went into trash and started begging son to push me down the stairs so I wouldn't have to do this cake.
So today, I woke up, started all over again, and am glad to report that cake is finished and looks good. I will post a pic tomorrow after I deliver it to the wedding. It is an outside wedding and reception with no chance of rain, so everything should go just fine. (Who am I kidding! I know that family of squirrels living in the tree by the cake table will have a field day with my cake!)

Hope I made you smile,
Rhonda

P.S If anyone sees my DH, could you tell him it's safe to come home!

ROFLMBOPMP!!!!!

ROFLMAO!!!! A sense of humor fixes everything. Glad to hear I am not the only one who does things like this. Thanks for the story.

Oh my goodness, just when I needed a good laugh!!!

OMG OMG OMG Im DYING laughing here!!!!!! ROFLMBO!!!!!! Glad everything turned out good!!!

You crack me up!!!!!!



can't wait to see the pic though!!!!

Wow, what an evening !! Glad everything turned out okay !!

Boy if I ever needed a laugh it's now!! Thank you

peajay - never saw that PMP tacked on but loved it.

OMGGGGGGGGGG!!!! This is hilarious! Gosh you have such a great sense of humor!

LMAO!!!!!

Oh I loved this story Brenda, I needed a good laugh tonight. Your spilling the dragees made me think of Duff Goldman, and Mary Alice's comment when she was trying to sweep them up. "it's like herding cats!"

Your cake is safe from the animals. Squirrels don't like fondant! Funny story! Thanks for sharing!

What's "pmp?"

And the breasts thing just really pushed it over the edge...laughing out LOUD, girl!

Poor, poor girl! Been there, done that!

Glad you're better now...can't wait to see the pics.

--Knox--

Thanks for the laugh!!! I needed that!
PS you should write a book or a comedy script, You are tooooooo funny!!!!

Yep I sure did spit on the computer screen.. My husband thinks I'm a nutball now lol.

Tooo Funny

Molly2

Boy, what an ordeal! Makes a world of difference when we can laugh at ourselves, doesn't it? Glad all worked out well in the end. Look forward to seeeing the pics!

ROFL

Knox - I'm guessing the PMP means 'Peeing My Pants'?

Too funny!! You have a way with words. Just think, you and your son got to spend some quality time together. Food fights do count as quality time.

Thank you so much for sharing. I was having one of those weeks too. It took me all day to do 2 cakes.

Can I share your story with my friends?

Theresa

... That is tooooo funny!!!!

OMG! That has got to be one of the funniest cake stories I have ever heard. I know at the time it wasn't too funny, but is SURE IS NOW!

I laughed so hard I PMP! You completely made my day!

I loved it! You should write a book! Too funny!!


Have a great weekend. I can't wait to see the pic!

=))

This si tooooo funny!! So much so that my dh keeps raising the volume on the tv because I am laughing so loud.

thanks for the story.
It is nice to know that I am not alone.

Vic

OMG I agree with everyone else. I am ROFL. My 15 yr old would do they same thing BB's and Boobs. And gotta love a food fight . If I don't laugh I cry so Laughing is better Good thing you had alot of the BB's and your drink of choice on hand. I guess when we make cakes make sure the alchol is plentiful in case of a melt down Makes the PAIN go away Oh and you get to eat the food fight that hits your mouth

This has got to be one of the funniest things I have ever heard....Humor does a body good especially after a drink and food fight...

*Shakes head, walks away*





PS - Your DH is probably with mine, who went MIA when I picked up the broom yesterday. It REALLY WAS only to sweep the kitchen after all the cookie trials, but I can see where he may have *thought* it was to beat him from a good distance....