they don't call me smooth (for a reason)...

so, i've been hindered, fractured, broken?...what have you...for a week! i managed to catch my hand in a closing door. or, trap it in a closed door; heavy door. the way it caught was both alarming & painful. do i vomit or cry?

i thought (of course, ouch) but then i sorta laughed. story of my life, right?! when am i not hurting myself? i am, after all, a walking accident waiting to happen. still, i try with my half missed illusions of grandeur. omg! it super hurts & it is totally not cool. perhaps so much worse than i choose to admit, & i am not the best at “taking it easy.” i missed clients last week at school, i can't do silly everyday things; most of all i couldn't physically contribute to monkeys birthday cake!

but, i usually do the cake. creative designer, grocery list writer, secret ingredient of love provider; your idea sounds "okay," but i do the cake! (or you know, i like to be in charge?) i had to surrender. the vision was shared with the hubs. he would create said cake. oh, sweet jeebus, i was a bit nervous.
now, he did a great job & i promised not to be a "backseat driver," buuuut...some things were lost in translation. like, it's a 12" pan, so "we'll" need (to keep it simple) 2 cake mixes. seeing as how a single box of betty or whatever will provide (2) 9" pans of cake loveliness, i didn't foresee an issue. the process was discussed. i even got the necessities out & put them in the counter. the man, bless his heart, used the 2 boxes; to fill the entire mold! (proof that no one ever listens to me...ever) let's just say it took a wee bit longer in the oven to bake than the recommended instructions spoke of. i may have hyperventilated, just a tad. fine…a lot.

fortunately, the cake turned out a-okay. it was late friday night, so i suggested saving the frosting for in the morning. sounds reasonable, right?! only hubs left it...the cake...in the pan...overnight. come saturday morning, that sucker was not coming out to play. in lieu of it falling apart, we decided to just ice it in the pan. (am i the only one who would have a minor freak out over this? just the thought made me die a little. yes, i worry about the overall appearance.)

cake is decorated. looks amazing. i am humbled...thank you, hubs! monkey absolutely loves it…which is the most important thing, after all.

en route to the party place, i must take a picture of this cool pokemon inspired cake. with my one good hand, i scroll to cam &...drop my iphone on top of the damn thing! wow! red icing is everywhere. & it stains, so by the time everything is wiped off, my hands look as if i've killed something! party goes off like a hitch, but dang...i am constantly rolling my eyes at what the universe might throw at me next.
maybe i'm meant to constantly have material to blog about...can't make this craziness up! maybe i'm supposed to learn to let things go. maybe i need to appreciate the small stuff; like, asking for help, turning on the shower, or just opening up a jar of pickles. whatever comes along, i realize that i really hate being broken. seriously, it stinks!!