The countdown has begun. Ten days. 5 years. Not sure if I’m ready for this. And by this I mean
Daddy let Diva peruse various Princess Youtube videos. Click click click and she found that blasted doll cake. She couldn’t wait to show me. “Mommy THAT IS THE CAKE I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY!” (seriously, she shouted it.) Oh my gosh. Save me. Or hold my hand. Walk me through it. Can I just call that woman and have her come make it? What kind of LDS, stay-at-home, Caucasian, blogging, Facebooking mother would I be if I seriously paid someone to recreate that frilly masterpiece? Not a very good one. That’s for sure.
Oi Vey. Wish me luck.