The person who writes on cakes at Albertson's was gone for the day so I purchased the cake and a can of icing so I could write on the cake myself. "How hard could this be?" was what I thought.
I apologize to anyone who writes on cakes professionally. You are talented. You are amazing. You possess a skill that I do not. I found out that I'm not a good cake icing writer.
It looked like what I wrote on the cake was written by a child or maybe a Parkinson's patient. Shaky writing, but at least you could read it. I considered that a victory. It was like a lot of things in my life: "I tried". I think that's what should be written on my tombstone at whatever point I kick the bucket.
"Good Luck Allison". I spent $32 at the store and went to all this trouble, and the irony is that she has always hated me. I still tried to be nice to the end though.
I have a lot of the can of icing left (that stupid can cost $5.39!) so I can write poorly on other cakes or baked goods, or maybe a sandwich if the need arises.
|The cake was wonderful.|
The writing job, not so much.