The Dolan Weblog

Report cards came in the mail this week and all the big kids did really well.  I wanted to get them a little treat, so I stopped by the Dairy Queen (the one that is next door to the Curves–that’s just wrong) to pick up an ice cream cake for dessert Monday night.  I was looking in the freezer at the selection when one of the ladies working there brought this one out:

Pretty little flowers, the mark of a good decorator. Or so I thought.

Figuring she had just finished decorating it and might still have the icing out, I took it to the counter and asked if I could get “Congratulations” written on the top.  The kid helping me shrugged and said, “Sure.  Green OK?”  Then he was gone a reaaaally long time.  When he came back, I got this:

Dude, the greens don't even match.

I may be wrong, but I’m thinking the original decorator had nothing to do with this.  She would have at least used the same icing, or added a flower, or something.  And doesn’t that look like the writing of a teen-aged boy?

There had been no green sprinkles on the cake before.  Upon closer inspection, The Queen (who was our dinner guest that night) pointed out that he had had to “erase” what he originally put on there, so the sprinkles helped to cover up the smeared green icing.  So, this was the one that made him say, “Oh, yeah, that’s muuuuch better!”??

My only regret is that this wasn’t a much more tragic cake.  I love the Cake Wrecks site and would be so excited to have something to submit.  Maybe next time.