It’s taken me an entire week to recover from Tatum’s festivities, hence the belated birthday post. Dreading the celebration associated with my child’s special day [or in her case weekend] makes me feel like Mother of the Year but the truth shall set you free, right? Now that the stress has come and gone I feel like I can revisit the fantastic four without having a stroke…so let’s discuss the combustible otherwise known as cake.
Life has a funny way of forcing me to laugh when I need it most. How fitting that after such a stressful occasion our customized creation went aflame. Luckily we salvaged most of it but the house still reeked of burnt frosting for the next 48 hours. Is that grounds for a lawsuit? Or at least a discount next time? Their attorneys will probably spin it that we chose poor placement for the candles but whatever.
Luckily things went smoother during our second video attempt. No flaming cakes. Tatum acknowledged it was indeed her birthday. I did not curse. Success!
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,