Hope you have a wonderful holiday season and a safe and happy 2010!

I took the cake to the church.
I met the flower lady.
I asked to see the table where the cake would be going.
She told me that there was a lot of stuff on the cake table and to just go ahead and set the cake on the floor.
**crickets**
Wait, what?
Put my masterpiece cake on the floor?
I think not.
So, I ignored her, moved stuff over to the side on the cake table, and brought in my baby the cake.
Because I knew the bride was adamant about the cake details, I went over the rose placement with the florist.
I even offered to put the roses on my self. Which is what usually happens anyway.
But the flower lady said that she knew what to do.
Because I wanted a "finished" picture of the cake, and I didn't want to hover like an overprotective parent while she was working on the flowers, I left to run an errand.
When I came back, the flower lady was done.
There were finger imprints all over the cake and flowers stuck in the back of the cake where they shouldn't be.
I was mad all night. Actually, I'm still annoyed.
I guess I need to figure out a way to be more assertive. Next time I'll demand request that no one else manhandle touch my cake.
Not even to eat it.
Kidding.
But, since my reputation is at stake, shouldn't I be the one responsible for putting the flowers on too?
Here is the after... Read em' and weep.
I did.
Hannah as Little Red Riding Hood