Rachel's lost in the kitchen. She got behind some pots, pans, and some heavy machinery and is trapped. She's talking crazy, saying things like, "I'm making a wedding cake," and "measurement is everything," and "never measure too much, unless you do, and then you're just weird."
I'm worried that Rachel will need my help in transporting the cake to the reception. I'm worried because everytime I have to do this it takes several miracles for the cake to not be destroyed. I'm not cut out for such stresses.
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I would like to note that my haircut is a crime against nature.
Rachel
Love Marie's face! Good luck with the cake!
I scrolled down to see more and found the cakewrecks blog.
Awesome!
I hope the cake finished out well! Boy I love Marie's face...she is adorable!
Since when do you have an industrial size kitchenaid?! How did the cake turn out? Also, please come over and play before you fly far far away!
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