Y’all I have an illness. I love, LOVE party stuff. Love. I like figuring out creative favors, and picking a theme and making the cake. I spend more time than I care to admit looking for party hats that are up to my standards and paper products that aren’t cheesy. I am not a fan of cartoon characters on cake, and I am to much of a priss to be satisfied with someone else’s interpretation of my idea. Often this means that I have to make the cake myself. Yeah. I told you that I had a problem.
Raise your hand if you think I should get over myself already.
(thrusts own hand into air)
Parental neuroses not withstanding, this year the dude is having a construction party complete with tiny hard hats.
And this cake.
I think it turned out pretty well. Sure, I wish I could have found my piping tips so that the writing looked better, but a girl can’t have everything and Bex certainly won’t care.
Full disclosure, the cupcakes are from a bakery. I just prettied ’em up.
My name is Jessica and I have a problem.