Slamming Doors and Throwing Cakes

So, tomorrow is Halloween which means we have a party at work (TKW, this year it's the Plaza party instead of the Records party). I'm hoping the roaches make an appearance for some good Halloween fun.

I volunteered to bring a cake, so spent my afternoon buying groceries and items to make the cake. Then I spent MORE time actually making the cake. It came out of the oven smelling wonderful, and I set it on a plate to cool. After coloring the cream cheese frosting green and frosting the cake, I sprinkled some chocolate chips on the top for good measure. Then I STUPIDLY left the kitchen...

Enter the perp, Doc:

From my chair in the office, I hear my husband say, "NNNOOOOOOOOOO, Doc! Get down, NNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Fuck! STOP it!"

Oh that's just fucking fabulous. I run into the kitchen to find the icing cleanly licked off one entire side of the cake. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! I was so pissed. Before I could even think I grabbed the plate stormed to the trash can outside and threw it out, slamming every possible door behind me. Had I had my blogging wits about me, I would have calmed down for a second to take a photo of the half-licked cake. Here is what it looked like in the trash (note: you're seeing the bottom and part of the unlicked side of the cake). You were a good bundt cake. R.I.P.:

And here's the plate:

Not that the plate really matters, I just threw in the photo for good measure.

Needless to say, I spent all that time and money making a cake that is now in the trash and will be making its way to the landfill while I am picking up a goddamn cake at H.E.B. that I could have just bought while I was buying groceries this afternoon. FUCK.

I need a nap.