Random fact about me: I'm a cake dropper.
It's a pretty severe affliction. Hand me a cake and chances are I'm going to drop it. Cupcakes, cream pies, good ol' fashioned cakes... they all hit the ground with a tasty splatter.
I was just reminiscing about when I worked at a coffee shop and all the birthday fun that was had there. My coworkers helped me bake a cake for Louis' birthday, which in itself was stupid since he hates cake.
As a notorious cake-dropper I was nervous taking it out the door. Success!
Drive it home. Score!
Now this is where I went wrong. Not only am I a cake-dropper I'm also a one-tripper. I will hang things from every available appendage and pile crap on my head before I make two damn trips from the car. No way Jose. I can get this shit in one! Even while carrying a cake.
Um, no I can't! I told you! I'm a cake dropper.
Smash it goes on the porch. ARGH! ASSFACE!
Know what I did? I got a fork and ate most of it before Louis got home. Sure, there were some bites with rocks in it, but isn't that just the way life is? Pretty good with a few hard bites.