Domesticity strikes unsuspecting victim

I am not entirely sure what prompted the volunteering of this particular job in the first place, but this week I found myself baking and decorating a wedding cake. My lovely friend Barb helped with research, practice cakes and the baking of the final cake. The final decorating was left to me early Saturday morning. Although I was afraid to breath for an entire morning, the thing turned out beautifully and the girl-who-doesn't-bake managed to impress. For your viewing pleasure, the cake:
Then, after all those hours of work and probably more than a few pounds of practices cakes on my hips they go and do this:



I'm not going to lie; I knew it was coming, but it hurt a little.