In the fridge, a precarious cake edge collapsed. Le Sigh. I knew I shouldn't have put that layer on the top. Normally I would never dare show my cake, or my face, in public ever again. But meh. When your cake is a wreck, the least you can do is wreck it in style. How do you like me now:
Maybe the cake was trying to warn you that NNO would suffer a torrential, hail producing thunderstorm.
ReplyDeleteMaybe the cake is smarter than you thought!
Someone left the cake out in the rain... all the sweet green icing flowing do-o-ooown...
ReplyDeleteWAit, no they didn't. We took it onto the neighbor's covered porch, cut it up, ate it, and drank a lot of beer and wine. Some of the neighbors are still out there eating the cookies abandoned by one of the townhouse dwellers.