Babies are a Woot.

A friend asked me to make a cake for her.  And I said yes.

She needed a cake for a baby shower.  The couple is decorating the baby's room with music notes...because they like music and the dad-to-be is a drummer.  They also like owls and stars.

They needed this cake for Saturday.  No problem.  I can do that.

I was not thinking.  It was the Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend. 

Thanksgiving weekend means I make a million gazillion pies on the Thursday before and then I go to the market all day Friday.

This cake was to be picked up early Saturday morning.  So I decorated it late Friday night.....very late.

And my brain was not working.

I sort of planned it out.....

An owl, music notes, stars....

Yes, the little owl got a diaper.  and a drum.

And I sent the cake off early Saturday morning.  and didn't think anymore about it.

Until two days later, when Terry was looking through the photos on the camera.

Terry....."Why did you write 'woot' on that cake?"

Me....."Say what?"

Terry......"The cake says "Babies are a woot"....isn't it suppose to be 'hoot'."

Me....."WWWWHHHHAAAATTT????"

Excuse me.  I need to find a very huge rock to hide under.

What could I do now?  The cake was already eaten.  I couldn't fix it.

I remember that I was debating over whether to write 'hoot' or 'whoot'.....and I totally messed up and wrote 'woot'.

I emailed my friend and she just said not to worry about it.  No one cared.  The cake was delicious.

I live in a very small town.  Yes.  There were people at that party.  People that know me....and they will think that I'm completely messed.

Owls don't woot.  They hoot.

Sure enough......last night.  I was talking to someone who was at that party.

I explained that I was an idiot.

She was laughing uncontrollably when she told me that people at the party were asking if I was German perhaps??.....and I thought that owls said woot.  But no....the cake decorator is not German....and no one could understand why the cake said 'woot'.

No....I'm not German.

I'm just a little exhausted.

Woot. Hoot. Whoot.

I'm not making anymore owl cakes.

Brenda