Do you have any memories of your mom just totally freaking out about something when you were little? My mom, who Aaron lovingly refers to as Sandbags (name is Sandy) has always bit a bit on the hyper side, so I have a lot of these memories.
Now my daughter has one about me.
All she wanted was a Precious Moments cake for her 1st communion. I have tried to deter this affection toward doe-eyed figurines to no avail. She loves them. So I thought I could deliver what she wanted; if a Moment de Precious is what she wanted, that is what she'd get.
Yeah, even in the Precious Moments capital of the world (http://www.preciousmoments.com/park/attractions/), I could not find a cake.
Sooo, I went on eBay and got an edible image to put on an iced cake. Brilliant right?
It ripped when I tried to put it on. I screamed an expletive (this was not yet the freak out part unfortunately) and Al said, "It's alright Mom, you can just get some icing and draw one." So sweet she is.
LP used an Exacto knife and tried to salvage as much as possible, but it looked pretty bad. So I went up to Schnucks (yes that's our local grocery store) and got some cake roses and some icing gel.
When I got home and opened the pack of roses, they BROKE.
So did I.
And Al watched me as I screamed and kicked and shouted, "FUCK! FUCK!!! MOTHERFUCKING ROSES!" (don't believe that has ever come out of my mouth prior)
I was able to salvage some and I used some sprinkles to cover up the rips and tears in the edible image, and I had just enough icing gel to put her name on the cake.
When she woke up and saw the cake, she said it was the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.
I am so embarrassed. I promise Al honey, I'll pay for that session of therapy.