Here is the culprit:With a face like that, I couldn't be upset with her. After smelling the delectable aroma wafting in the air, I'd probably climb up on the counter for a quick taste too!
Simple, yet pretty I think. (there are pink & purple polka dots all around the sides)
The next morning was a bigger fiasco than my sliding icing. We were to turn in our cakes by 9am. My teacher never showed! I honestly wouldn't have expected less from her. About half the class waited and waited and waited--about 2 hours! The school didn't even have a contact number for her. How lame is that?! Finally we got someone to open the doors so we could drop off the cakes. In spite of the fact that my cake probably now looks like a 4 year old made it, I better get an A for waiting around for her douche-bag ass.
Oh--and I found out that the cake isn't even going to be eaten! So realistically I could've decorated a piece of styrofoam and used the extra thick, gross frosting recipe from my teacher. Damn it! I could've saved the yummy cake for me!