Not A Cake Decorator

There is no shame in ordering a cake.

First of all, when I bought the Valentine's Funfetti cake, I made a silent promise to myself that it would not become Audrey's birthday cake.  As a post-Christmas baby who married a post-Christmas baby, I'm pretty sensitive to people whose birthdays get overshadowed by holidays, so I planned to do something different.  Then I realized that she probably doesn't care and we're going to have a bunch of cake this week, so I went ahead and made it.  I had the Funfetti frosting,  but I decided I wouldn't mix the sprinkles in.  Surely I could write something with these little icing writers and then use the sprinkles for some awesome decorating.

Let's not go into my poor choice for a cake plate - obviously I was not completely committed here.  And my writing is just... awesome...  I was on the phone with Aaron when I did that.  The sprinkles, well, the sprinkle work is evidence that I just have no clue when to stop.  You note that I have a lot of sprinkles left, so the good news is I stopped myself.

Part of me debated just dumping the rest on to cover my elementary school cake decorating skills, but I'll wait for Aaron to get home before I have a complete sprinkle meltdown.

I'm going to spend some time on Cake Wrecks to feel better about myself.  I mean, it could always get worse.