Mike's birthday was Saturday and his dad's birthday was Sunday, so I made them compromise and share a birthday cake (because whose fridge would the two cakes be in after his parents flew back home? Mine, people. MY fridge. And that's not okay in my world.)
In true Anna fashion I didn't take a picture of the carrot cake I made before we gouged its pretty cream cheese frosting with candles and inhaled it.
Too bad there's not a real before photo. I'm pretty awesome at decorating cakes. If I remember correctly, it looked something like this exquisitely tasteful creation, minus the bride and groom:
These? Were decorated by someone else. Not me. And if someone told you otherwise, they were lying.
Someone's trying to ruin my rep.