I can barely type. I can barely function. I am having fits of laughter.
I called Mike doubled over in laughter over my horrendous cake and in a panic over what to do for the church dinner tonight. I had cooked a dozen eggs to make deviled eggs as my "back-up" food contribution. But as I began peeling them, they were chunking off and getting mutilated. If it were acceptable to bring stinky egg salad to a church dinner then I'd have hit the jackpot. But to bring it would forever label us the Farty Farwells so immediately I knew that was not an option!
I told Mike about my day's cooking disasters, but it wasn't until I heard the deafening silence in the air after he saw the picture of my ugly cake that told me what I needed to know. He was NOT going to be seen in public with me if THAT CAKE was coming along!
The boys are eating eggs and cake right now. We're going to the church dinner empty-handed! Now I have to figure out how to sneak in without anyone knowing I didn't bring anything!!!