cry. laugh. cry. laugh.

Let me begin this with a fact.
Doug and I are not Valentines Day people.
It mostly comes and goes with little fanfare and that
is OK with the both of us. When I DO do something,
it is usually food related. Cutesy food. Red or pink. Hearts.
You know.
Above is the cake I was planning to make. How cute right?
HERE is the tutorial...the photo is from there too.
My first mistake was using cake mix. Bad. Bad idea.
This cake needs from-scratch cake.
If for nothing else but the sturdiness it provides.
A red flag popped up when I took the cakes out of the pans.
They stuck. Uh-oh. But I pushed through.
Determined to get my cute red heart cake.
I got both parts carved and filled. I was doing good and full of hope.
Then I had to "flip" the top onto the bottom.
UH-OH. The. entire. thing. crumbled.
I think...surely I have enough frosting to fix this.
I want my cute cake dang it.
I ran out of white frosting.
And I would be darned if I would spend another dime on this stupid cute cake.
So I tried and tried and cried some more.
Added some chocolate frosting that I had on hand.
And ended up with the worlds ugliest cake.
I cried. laughed. cried. laughed.

Meet the worlds ugliest, dumbest, most ridiculous cake.
Ever. I don't know if I have ever sucked so bad at something.
I am so bad that I even adopted my own doppelganger.
Meet her.

Her name is Dot.
Just look at that face...doesn't it just scream professional!
That look in her eye is determination and skill.

I was dumb enough to hope that maybe,
just maybe, there would still be a cute
little heart on the inside.
But also...I was a little scared that the smoke monster would escape when I cut into it.
Surprise! There was not a heart in there.
Just some dilapidated sad. Bummer.
At least there was no smoke monster.

stupid cake.

Just so you don't leave here thinking I have NO skill.
I can still sew. i think sew. i know so.