Last night ended up feeling like a train wreck to me and in the end I just had to sit back and laugh at myself. Thought you ladies might enjoy the story. Sorry it's so long.
Yesterday, my FI went to pick up his tux for the wedding he is in tomorrow night. He went at 12 and the truck with the tux wasn't scheduled to arrive till one so he asked me to pick it up on the way home. I left 30 minutes early to go pick it up, didn't have any problems with picking it up, but sat in traffic for over an hour trying to get home (usually it takes 20 minutes).
I had to make a cake last night for a going away party today at work and I had asked my FI to pick up all of the ingredients that morning when he was free. When I got home and went to make the cake, I realized he got me brownie mix instead of chocolate cake and whipped cream cheese instead of whipping cream.
I go to the store and get what I need and come back and make the first cake. While it is cooling, I realize that I have nothing to put this cake on. I look all over my apartment for a box or anything that will work and can't find anything. I go over to my friend's apartment and knock, but he doesn't answer. So, I end up going to some random neighbor's apartment who is in the process of moving in and ask them for a box. I felt like a total idiot.
I go back and turn it into a 'plate' with foil covering it. I flip the first cake onto it and realize it is way to big. I get out my box knife and proceed to cut it in half. By the time I was done, I had a nice gash in my leg too. The bright side is that I changed into shorts before starting so I didn't cut a big hole in my nice dress pants. Matt called me right as this was happening so all he heard from me was very short responses. He went to the rehearsal dinner while I stayed and worked on the cake.
While the second layer is baking, I realize that he got margarine instead of butter. I tried to make a batch of icing with it, but it was really thin and wouldn't work for icing the cake. I had to go back to the store and get butter.
The second layer was being a total pain and crumbled some on me, but oh well it was on there. I decorated the cake and by the time I got to cleaning it was 11. Matt was at the bar with all of his friends and I wanted to make sure he made it home ok so I called and asked if he wanted me to come pick him up.
I go pick his drunk a$$ up and on the way back he was very grumpy. Complaining that all he got from me tonight were negative vibes and that I never let him hangout with his friends and so on and so forth. I finally got to bed around one and had to get up before six this morning.