Banana Republican Birthday Parties

I have been truly blessed with some very specific shortcomings. For example, I thought the Pythagorean Theorem was the main character in the Illiad until my brother retiled our kitchen floor with it.

I'm deficient in anything involving computation, calculation, formulation and frosting.

Unfortunately my next door neighbor, Martha put me in charge of making the cake for Swirl's birthday party today.

"No pressure, but make is special!" she said. "And Swirly."

Usually Swirl helps me with all my swirly assignments, but the party was a surprise so I was on my own.

I tried. I really did. I filled the decorator thingie with frosting and started making my swirls, but within 60 seconds the top popped right off. I tried to smash it all back together, but has anyone noticed how sticky and messy and frostingy frosting can get when it's on the loose?


This is the result of troubleshooting with frosting.

Lucky I had a bunch of sprinkles and smarties and dum dum suckers on hand.

This is what cute Swirl looks like now that she's 36.

This is Swirl's son and the reason we call her crazy Laura (besides the fact that she has photographic fashion shows in her bathroom mirror.)

And this is what the bff's, Swirl and Martha look like. Oh, and I'm there too. I'm the one wearing the XP (extra petite) short sleeve cowl neck sweater made in Vietnam purchased on sale from the Banana Rebulican 40% off clearance rack.

Don't you love obedient photographers. "Make sure my face doesn't show, but my undergarments do," I told her.

I'm not afraid to let my religion show. I actually prefer to let my light so shine. That's why I have a candle on my forehead.

Like I always say, a candle under a bushel might burn down the whole barn.

TTFN

P.S. I think Swirl may have been a little disappointed in the presents I gave her. Call me practical, but you never know when a carton of eggs, a bag of onions and a frozen lasagna will come in handy. Plus I owed her all that stuff anyway.