Great Minds... Is Such a Piece of Cake!!!!!

I had a plans this weekend to take my best friend out for her birthday dinner.  We used to work together (like together, together) with our desks three feet apart. When we worked together, we didn't have an emotion, thought or event that the other didn't know about.  When I quit to have baby #3, and after she had kids, it became increasingly more difficult to eke out time to just sit and visit.  I've found that her birthday is the perfect time for me to be selfish and tell her I want her all to myself for a few hours. During our dinner, we will pull out every emotions, thought and event that has taken place since our last visit and spill it all on the table to mix,  hash, analyze, laugh and cry over.  We have to squeeze it all into this one evening and it will be fabulous!!!!!! So, last week I perused the Internet for a "Best Friend Cake", looking for the perfect cake to express my deep affections in a confection masterpiece.  This cake had to be UBBER special, because she is UBBER special. And I'm sorry, don't want to offend anyone, but ubber special cakes don't come from Homeland or Walmart.... I'm just saying. Maybe it's me, but I have to go out of my way to find a "special" something. That's why if my husband wants to get me something special, he usually goes to The Ginger Jar. He could buy me a bundle of sticks, but if they are wrapped in wrapping from The Ginger Jar, and they have The Ginger Jar sticker on the front, I'm a happy little camper.... And that's exactly how my friend feels too. So I printed off a copy of the ubber special cake I found and headed down to a special cake place to put my order in. My lack of planning kind of bit me in the butt on this one. My special bakery was especially booked and couldn't do my cake when I needed it. The idea of doing the ubber special cake myself, flashed through my mind like a lightening bolt, and disappeared just as quickly. I didn't think my kitchen could handle me learning the art of cake decorating. I have a tendency to cook like I paint.... Sugar, flour, icing, it all ends up all over me and all over the house.  The cake would taste great, and I betcha it would be ubber pretty, but my kitchen may never recover. I did the only thing I knew to do in this social media society we live in... I put out an SOS on Facebook.  I got an email from a friend that said (this is so cute)....

Her:  "Dear sweet Jackie. Let me introduce myself... I am Robin and I make cakes as a hobby... When are you needing a cake?

Me: OMG!! I do, I do, I'm taking my very best friend in the whole wide world out Sunday night and wanted a bitty cake just big enough for two but spectacularly girly.... Can you do that?

Her: ...Flavor?

Me: Strawberry

Her: Alrighty, I will call you when it's ready.

That was just too easy. Isn't Facebook the most amazing thing ever! Not wanting to jinx my luck, I didn't mention the fact that I had a picture of the cake that I wanted. I had confidence that whatever she did would be perfect so I put it out of my mind, breathed a sigh of thanksgiving and went on with my week hoping, my ubber cake was in good hands. Sunday afternoon she texted me saying she was headed my way with the cake. When I opened the door, I could not believe my eyes. The cake she held in her hands, was the cake I had printed off the Internet. She might have thought I was just being nice when I literally gasped with surprise, but I wasn't being nice at all. It must have been divine intervention, ESP, or we were just creepily on the same thought pattern, because when I told her that was EXACTLY the design I had printed off to take to the bakery!!! She  laughed and said this was the first time she had ever done it. She had found it on Pinterest and thought she'd try it out on my ubber special cake. All I can say is....  Great minds think alike.... Scary huh? Thank you so much Robin, for the ubber special, spectacularly girlie confection masterpiece. You are D' Bomb!