Cake-tastrophe!!!

I have been busy - very busy - between the new job, some problems with my MS sending me to my Dr. several times a week, my husband's soon to be ending job, life at South Main has been moving at a warp speed. Alone, each of these items could fill it's own post - and I will - I need to. But the real troubling problem is cake...dare I say it is a simple as cake! Makes you think the other problems are really not life and death and can be solved.....

Herein lies the problem...I am a cake girl. I am all about the cake. I have a bakery I have used for the last 15+ years. It has served me "knock-out cake" for my birthdays, my parent's birthdays, the birth (arriving home from the hospital) and the birthday celebrations of my children. We have celebrated the joyous 90th birthday of my grandmother and we have had cake just because. We have had the name of the bakery "This Takes the Cake" scripted in buttercream on our cake when we have no occasion other than a "we need a cake" occasion. I have eaten more "pass out" buttercream than I should mention - and I in fact am not ashamed to do so.

My birthday was two weeks ago - my mom went to get our cake - our cake because we have ownership in this joint. They were closed for a few weeks the message said. OK, I can handle that - a few weeks, OK. I will get a recovery cake once they reopen. So I go to order the cake for my mom's birthday tomorrow. Do-Do-Do the phone makes that annoying chime when it picks up - the number is no longer in service. I try again - I try again. I call 411 - which kinda seemed like I needed 911 for oxygen - but I refrained. I talked to my friend who lives in the bakery town - and yes, they closed. Hard times. They closed. Hard times - I am tired of hard times.

I say to my husband - this is a cake-tastrophe! Why is it I am more stressed out over this and not over the fact your job is ending in two weeks??? He said - that is a little sick. I know - but it makes me think that I have things in perspective. He is strong and will get a new job, I am sad and I am having a hard time parting with a friend that has been at the celebrations of my life for the past 15 years. I was even planning a cake for when he had his last day at this awful job that has crept in and caused us all so much stress over the last few years. So as my husband is interviewing for new jobs, I am interviewing new bakeries - mine seems like a sweeter and easier job - and for that I am thankful!