Cake

I don't know why I do this to myself. Every birthday that rolls around I think that I can make some beautiful, sculpted cake for the birthday child. It never turns out how I want. I made a "Hello Kitty" for Railly one year, it looked good, since then I've mangled a frog, guitar, "Max" (from "Max & Ruby" the cartoon) and now a "red star with koka-dots" (polka dots). Pictures to follow (Maybe. And none of the guitar. None exist that I know of. It looked phallic.) Franklyn will get up tomorrow and tell me that it looks fine but, believe me, it doesn't. No more sculpted cakes. Ever.