Let me just start this post by announcing that I am the WORST Aunt ever!!! Remember all that careful planning I mention in my posts? Well, it doesn’t amount to anything when you neglect to look at the planner! The day of my niece’s birthday my sister-in-law looked at me and said, “She does have a cake, right?” My answer was a horrified, “NO!!!”
Yes, it’s true. I forgot to bake my niece’s birthday cake. I’m a total dink! Queen Dink, that's me. Now, everyone was upset with me, and since we were already on our way to work, there was no way I could bake the cake myself. Luckily, my mom agreed to go get all the stuff from my house and bake the cake while I was at work. The tricky part was going to be getting it decorated since we had plans to go out to eat before opening presents and eating the cake. Eating the cake was purely theoretical, since there WAS no cake at this point.
It worked out in the end, but I didn’t have time to ice the cake the way I had planned. It was done in a very, very quick manner and topped off with a Darth Vader candle. Personally, I think it looked like Vader is stuck waist deep in a big pile of poop…
Overall, I think the cake looked nice for the very minimal amount of time that was put into it. I still feel really bad about forgetting to bake it, but thankfully my niece is a sweetheart and she forgave me!
I would like to point out that me forgetting the cake wasn’t simply because I did nothing during the days leading up to her birthday. I had made a zillion cookies to give as gifts to coworkers (Alas, I have no pictures of these). Seriously, I made so many cookies that I have no clue how many dozens the total was once I was done! I also had two work functions to attend the Saturday and Sunday before her birthday. I was running around like a nut trying to get everything done, and the birthday cake was apparently just one thing too many for me to keep in mind. Frankly, I was lucky that I remembered which day her birthday was. Don’t get me wrong, I knew the NUMBER for her birthday…the DAY OF THE WEEK that it fell on was where I was having trouble.
My husband was helpful enough (please insert sarcastic tone) to inform me that this mistake was due to my tendency towards overdoing things; he would be correct, but that’s beside the point!