This is the most important cake of my life. And yes, well, I suppose it was also eaten on the most important day of my life, but I'm all about the cake, so let's talk about the cake first, shall we?
Life is short, eat dessert first and all that.
This is our wedding cake. It was a masterpiece. A beautiful, decadent, chocolate cake, with chocolate mousse filling and chocolate buttercream frosting. No vanilla. Perfection.
There wasn't any cake left over at our wedding. Thankfully we still had the top to take home and put in our freezer to save for our first anniversary.
Yeah, whatever. Who does that? What a complete waste of perfectly good cake. We ate ours right away, by ourselves. And then nothing happened on our wedding night because we made such pigs of ourselves, we couldn't move.
And just for sentimentality's sake, we ordered a scaled down version of the same cake, from the same bakery, to enjoy on our first anniversary. And every anniversary after that until it was no longer geographically possible to do so.
I'm telling you, that cake was dang good.
And here's the rest of the story. To celebrate dang good cake, Peanut Head and I got married on the day we ate that cake.
We were 12.
Before the wedding I was nervous and I desperately needed a drink. I've always gone for the hard stuff.
I may have told you this before, but I was never one of those girls that starved herself. Like I need to tell you that. Just take a look at my right sidebar for proof. Well okay, and my ginormous butt too.
My wedding day was no exception. I had a full three square meals on that day. Plus the top of the cake after the wedding.
Here we are sealing the deal. I have a confession to make about this kiss. Something I've never told anyone else.
This was the worst kiss of my life. Of my life. There was no tongue and it was a short, quick, swoop in and swoop out bird peck of a kiss. I don't know if Peanut Head was just nervous, or what, but I was not happy with him.
See, look at my face. Here we are, now Mr. and Mrs. Scott, on the happiest day of Peanut Head's life, and I'm all "What the HECK was that? And I married this guy? Oh, this is not a good sign. We are going to have WORDS."
And look at his face. He doesn't have a clue.
Yeah, I know. Nothing's changed.
He's kind of like Odie sometimes.
Isn't that romantic? I know.
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