Birthday Cake?
I had baked the cake before we left for church and planned to frost it when we got home. I turned the pan over onto my cake stand to remove the first layer of the cake... which broke in half.
"Not to worry," I thought to myself, "you can't see the bottom layer of a layer cake."
So I layered on some frosting and grabbed the top cake layer which essentially crumbled as it came out of the pan. Sigh.
"Ok. Don't panic...just cover it with frosting"
The frosting only made it worse. Before long it looked more like a pile of leftovers than a cake. Then Michelle came to the rescue and did her best to recover my mess. Here was the result -
(the sign is courtesty
of Ryan Anthony - no he's not a kid)
Here was the song that went with the cake pile.
Heppy berfday to
you!
Here's a big pile of poo!
Heppy berfday dear Johnny
I really do love you!
The cake actually tasted really
good and we had a great time with the Anthonys,
laughing at the pictures in the post below. We're
going to make up for all of the birthday lameness by
taking a birthday trip to Disneyland next
week.
J did get
some great gifts. Probably his favorite was from
Matt, who sent him a Walther P22 Pellet Gun. Oh. Boy.