Saturday, October 11, 2008

It's Not You, It's Me.

Today closed out the week long birthday celebrations we have had for the Munchkin. Since the cake we ordered for last weeks party was so fabulous, I decided to call the same bakery. Last week when I ordered the Dora cake, I explained at great lengths, in person what I wanted, and what I definitely did not want, and they got it right, it was spot on. Not to mention it was melt in your mouth delicious. This week has been another busy one and I tried 3 different days to get over there to order the cake, but something kept coming up, so I finally decided to call. Big mistake. I explained that they had just done the cutest Dora cake for me (yes, I just said cute and Dora in the same sentence.) I loved the flowers and wanted that, with polka dots in girly colors. No problem, until I picked the cake up today and the flowers looked like something you would see on someones casket or grave. The polka dots were perfect, but they looked completely misplaced with the old lady looking flowers they paired it with.

I really think I have issues when it comes to explaining to people exactly what I want. This is not the first time this has happened to me with a cake. I should have specified stamped flowers, or flat flowers, rather than flowers like on the Dora cake. Maybe I have an explanatory disorder of some sort, who knows. Add that to my growing list.

On a completely unrelated note, while checking on our scarecrow today I thought I was going to be attacked by a Priest, or some other type of Clergyman in long dress. He scared the bejesus out of me when he snuck (and by snuck I mean walked) up behind me to tell me that our scarecrow was awesome... He thought it was Mary and the baby Jesus... Go figure.


Kim said...

HA! he must have definitely been a priest. too funny.

Poodlehead said...

I'd love to see a pic of the cake on here to see what old lady flowers look like :)

Also, I don't know what the HELL you are doing but the last part of your blog sounds like the beginning to a bad joke - there I was with a scarecrow when a priest walked up..... :)