on a positive note...

After today's earlier post, I don't want to end the day negative. It just wouldn't sit right with me.

(Unless the negative is finding out I lost four pounds. That's a minus I can get on board with.)

My oldest step-daughter, M, turned 9 a week or so ago. Remember last year when I made this cake for her and it turned out surprisingly well? I decided to try and keep the tradition alive.

M is obsessed with Hannah Montana and had mentioned a few times that a guitar cake would be super cool to have for her b-day.

So, while Hubs painted her newly acquired cast (she had surgery on her foot), I worked in the kitchen trying to make a really rad guitar cake.

I baked.

I screamed.

I cursed.

I ate frosting.

(A lot of it.)

I completed the cake - and M was very happy with the result. Without patting myself on the back too much, I was darn happy with it, too.

(What an artistic woman I am. Kind of like Van Gogh. But with both ears. And without insanity. (Sometimes.))

See the pics below! Tomorrow is TMI Thursday, and it's gonna be a good one, so come back and visit me.

Yes, Hubs painted that cast by himself. And no, Hubs is not for sale. I'm keeping him for a long, long time.

The Guitar Cake, complete with microphone.

Blowing out the candles...