So last Sunday I was heading over to my Dad’s place for the day-after wedding party. Since it was Father’s day, I decided to get an ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins. I stopped by the store by my place with little BenBen in tow and headed over to the cake freezer. I saw a wide variety of ice cream cakes, but none of them had any “Happy Father’s Day” wording on them. So I picked out a nice cake with a cool blue border and brought it to the counter.

“Hi, can I get “Happy Father’s Day” written on this cake?” I asked the guy at the counter.

The guy then started to look around behind him, in a bit of a panic. “Um, the lady who does the writing on the cakes has left for the day.” He looked behind him again, and made eye contact with another guy who was working the drive thru who shrugged his shoulders. “I can do it for you, but I’ve never done it before. I don’t think it’ll be good.” I looked around the store and it was just a bunch of guys. I doubted that any of them had good handwriting.

“I can just do it myself, just give me the icing. I’ve done it before…”

He looked at me with some relief and said, “Sure!” He went to the back and came back with a icing bag. I stood there thinking how I was going to amaze them with my cake decorating skills. My mother used to back cakes and decorate them all the time when I was a kid and I’d often help her, so how hard could it be to decorate an ice cream cake? These guys were in for a treat!

So I took the icing bag in my hands and started writing. The icing was very hard and not the buttercream icing I was used to. Also, the guys in the store, who had nothing better to do, gathered around and were watching intently. My hands were shaking. My letters were wobbly. After the word “Happy” my arm was already tired. There was no way I was going to make it through the whole thing! I looked to Ben, who was sitting in his carseat that I had placed on the floor for some strength and inspiration. No good. I decided to just put “Daddy Day” because I was late and my arm couldn’t take anymore. The icing was still hard and I couldn’t keep a smooth line. I was a failure!

I finally finished up and got out of there, ready to present my ice cream cake with shame to my family. They were all kind and didn’t laugh too hard. Luckily, it was so hot that the cake was melting so it had to get eaten quickly. I didn’t even have time to take a picture of my handiwork, but I’ve provided a sample of what it looked like.

I thought I was a master cake decorator.

I’m not!

*cries*

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