BTW, do NOT wait for your cake to thaw before frosting if you’re gonna do something dumb like cut i apart to make the space shuttle. The thing just kept peeling apart and I, being apparently dumber then the cake, kept YELLING at it for crumbing up. Needless to say, I just kept the mantra in my head that all things can be fixed with frosting, and it turned-out OK… but just so you know — those wings, there’y probably about 50% cake, and 50% frosting — Conner will love it. I think I was freaking out more because the cake was pink and no 7 year old wants a pink frosted space shuttle cake. What do you guys think?
Drew, being the awesome feller that he is took the kids away from me as I was screaming at the cake to “COME ON AND STAY TOGETHER YOU @#%&(*) CAKE” and didn’t even mock me. Hence, I made him his own strawbery-chocolate twinkie, filled with love and devotion (know that if I’d ever divorce him, he could use this particular day for grounds of insanity).
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