Imperfection Reigns

I bet you thought you had the best birthday decorations. . .

I bet you thought you made the cutest cake . . .

Of course, there is indeed a story behind this cake. I confess that unlike my mother, I do NOT make my own frosting. I don't feel bad about that, I admit. And after as many flops as I have had, the cakes I see in the grocery store are starting to look pretty darn pretty . . .

But enough of my guilty excuses. Back to the story. We had a busy day that day. At some point, Anika snuck into the vanilla Betty Crocker frosting container and savored a few spoonfuls.

We laughed. I told her she deserved to have the ugliest cake ever.