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In other news, let's talk about some random shit I keep forgetting to talk to you about. First up, Olivia is becoming quite the fashionista. Which I absolutely love because one of the things I wanted when I knew I was having a daughter is that she be super girly and fun. Olivia is all of that times a thousand. This past week she let me put foam curlers in her hair before bed. She has really fine hair (now... I'm sure it'll end up like mine and she'll never go near a curler as an adult) and it doesn't really do much. She has a lot of baby hairs growing in and it's kind of hard to make it cute. But the curls? Adorable.
I also had cake class last week. It was pretty bad and I think at one point I almost yelled at my pink icing. Mother fucking icing. Let's just say for the record that I absolutely HATE royal icing. I hate it. It tastes gross, I don't think anything on a cake should be hard and/or crunchy, and it's a pain the god damn ass. That and my hand mixer has just about had it with me and this royal icing.
Royal icing is a fickle bitch. It's all stiff like it should be until you drive the ten minutes to class where in that time it goes limp like nothing should ever be. <-- life lesson. But I brought some powdered sugar (just in case) and tried to revive it. Not happening. So I had to make my fucking flowers with limp icing so everything looks like shit.
The only redeeming thing were the lilies that don't look like complete ass. Except for the fact the yellow makes it look like a god damn banana.
And you know those lilies broke on the way home. The instructor said they would be fragile but I didn't expect them to be complete assholes and fall completely apart in their safe egg carton home. But they did. I also came home covered in dried pink icing and I'm not sure why since my pink never made it out of the container. I blew out multiple bags during class (not horrible, but it's a pain in the ass to deal with and make a new bag when everyone in the class is already ahead of you and you are getting confused as it is) and generally it was not a good night. This Thursday is our last class of this session and we have to decorate a full cake. Um, nervous. We also learn basket weaving so it might look like shit.
I was hesitant if I would sign up for the third session since I would miss the middle two classes, but I'm going to do it. I think I'll be able to have enough time after the other two classes I will be there for to learn what I need to about fondant.
I am so tired and have a migraine today that I can barely move. I don't know but I seem to be getting these more and more frequently to the point where they actually take me out. So I'm off. Leave a comment to congratulate the book winner, tell me how ugly my flowers are and how cute my daughter is.