T'was the Night before the shower and all through the kitchen
women were cursing, and screamin' and bitchin'!
Mom lost the fondant cookie cutters, and my bright idea to use cutters to make little round cakes didn't pan out. The cut-outs just crumbled into little pieces everywhere. My aunts, who were hosting the shower, were ready to give up and buy store bought cakes. I could not bring myself to give up though, so I made a plea to start over making cupcakes instead. We tossed out the two, crumbled cake-messes that we had attempted to turn into something cute and respectable, and dashed off to the store for cupcake holder thingys. Well, my mom did because she was so upset about losing the fondant cutters that she needed to clear her head.
I, on the other hand, set about to rolling and cutting out fondant circles in preparation for later. So, after a few more hours of baking, we had some cute, little fondant-covered cupcakes. Mom went out and bought more little cutters, but we failed to get pictures with all the cute designs because we had 40 cupcakes to go. So basically you see the base coat here:
|I somehow managed to get fondant all over my feet. Don't ask me how.|
Because I was sucha horse's ass about having these things meticulously perfect, my lovely aunts went about other pressing duties...
|Aunt Loyce, finger sandwich extraordinaire! (and Official Butt Swatter. Apparently I tried to help too much.)|
Acting as sous chef, housekeeping, and family matriarch was Aunt Pat.
|Official title: Watermelon Fruit Bowl Maker|
|Me and Mum share a spot of tea.|
Then the party started, it was craziness. The cupcakes and sandwiches were hoowarfed down in no time because 31 of the 37 people invited showed up. Let me just say that this was NOT AT ALL EXPECTED because:
a.) I'm a horse's ass and a bad friend. So naturally, I didn't expect that many people to come. What a surprise this was:
|That's not all of it either, there are packages behind me as well.|
|Glee fanatic, Gingerific gal-pal Samantha (Matron of Honor Extraordinaire!)|
A near disaster with Jon's mother grew concerned when I mentioned that he and I had to argue about registering for some towels. I had said that I knew standard towels wouldn't fit around him because he is such a big guy. Side Note: He wanted to register for one towel for each of us, and ones that were so small that it wouldn't go around him. I insisted on "bath sheets" and added a few more to the registry behind his back. Seeing Jon's mother's uneasiness my mom calls out, "How do you know a regular towel won't fit around him..."
|Thanks Mom for calling me out. (Sam saved the day: "Ummm, hello! THE POOL!")|
|I was totally embarrassed and tried to hide in said bath sheet.|