Hot Like Ebola!!!: Let Them Eat... Taco Bell

So, as many of you know, Matt and my 1st anniversary is coming up (Sounds bells and trumpets). Until Sunday, the top layer of our wedding cake was sitting more or less pretty (she accidentally dropped it on our wedding day, so it's a little smushed) in a goldfish cracker box in mom's freezer down in L.A., waiting for us to eat it. Well, since I was down in L.A. last weekend, I figured I would take the cake with me back up to Spokane and we could "enjoy" it up here on the dia fantastica. So I packed the box into my carry-on with 2 ice packs, got it through security with only minor embarrasment ("Why do you have a frozen cake in your bag?") and took it home.

Here is where the problems started. When I arrived in Spokane, I forgot to put the cake in the freezer here, so it sat in my bag for about 30 hours. My eyes flew open at about 3 a.m. as I remembered about the cake, and I pulled it out of my bag. Well, it was still coldish, so I figured I'd stick it back in the freezer and we could eat it with only a small amount of e. coli ruining our fun. I crept out of our room and stuck the cake in the freezer, forgetting in the process to put the sherbet back in after it. I collapsed back into bed and slept like a dead woman.

When Matt and I woke up this morning, I told him about the cake thing as we were walking into the kitchen. He said, "What the...?" in a concerning way, so I looked around him at the kitchen. The freezer door was open and the cake was on the floor. The cake must have slid in the night and pushed the door open, causing the cake to fall out (and thaw again) and ruining all our freezer goods in the process (like 10 hamburger patties and 7 lbs of boneless skinless breasts). So, as I stood there cursing myself, Matt scooped all of the goods out of the freezer and threw them away, including our pathetic little cake. We then went on a vacation to the vista that is Costco to buy some more food.

Yay, Jeni the moron! It's not like I even really care about the cake tradition. Is a piece of year-old cake supposed to remind us of our cold, stale love for each other? But to ruin all the chicken! Man!

Maybe this is the real reason the vegan lifestyle is better. Less salmonella.

:: submitted by Jenevieve, 10:41 PM
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Running2Ks, at 11:06 PM

You are killing me here! LOL! We ended up eating ours 1 week short of 1 year (it was really good). My husband said we were doomed. 11 years this month :)

My brother-in-law and his wife ate theirs during the munchies of a pot binge. They are divorced.

Yeah, go vegan ;)

Running2Ks, at 11:07 PM

hey, at least you didn't shread your marriage license.

Unknown, at 12:45 AM

oh and another thing...should i be totally offended that I am not linked??

Unknown, at 12:48 AM

sorry amy! will change pronto!!

Jenevieve, at 6:10 AM

The hell? I have never heard of this tradition. Then again, nobody ever tells me these thing anyway. Oh well.

Will, at 5:56 PM

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