a new obsession

I'm taking cake decorating class, and this is my first stab at making a cake. Okay, well  I've made tons of cakes before and I made a couple to practice on, so it's not truly my first cake, but it's my first wholly decorated cake. And it wasn't without trauma. We're supposed to bring a cake to class to work on, so I was going to work on a cake for a baby shower Bob and I threw on Sunday. Only, I made the cake so darn tall that I was worried about transporting it, so I practiced on cardboard at the actual cake class and I do the finishing touches at Mom's house just before the party. Sounds like a good plan, huh? Yeah, except that meant I had to get it over to her house. And, on the way out to the car - haven't even got it into the car yet, mind you - the frosting starts coming off of the cake. We're talking a serious AAAAAACCCKKKK moment here. Serious trauma. Tears even. But, I knew it would be okay. You can always fix frosting. And, thankfully, it just folded down and it was super easy to fix. And in the end, it was awesome. Everyone loved it. Oh, and my cookies rocked too! I love being a baker! Now if I could just learn to love cooking too.

On a completely different front, I'm watching the Bachelor for the very first time, and I'm sorry, but it is such a joke. I know tons of people love it, and yes, I want to see who gets the roses at the end, but it's a game. A game for love. Can it really be love? How at the end of it can they think they're in love? The possibility of love, okay, I'll buy that. I can't imagine what it must be like to be those girls. They're supposed to fall in super deep like with someone they don't spend much time with. It's gotta be rough.  Thank goodness my one true love showed up in class day!