A short story on how smart I am...

See this cake?

It's a carrot cake.

Can you tell by the little carrots made out for frosting?

I thought I got this cake at a SUPER steal.

ONE DOLLAR!

Yes, a local store that isn't open on Sundays cleared out their bakery one Saturday night.

I had to ask the girl at the check stand three times.

'Are you sure this is one dollar?!?!?!'

So I brought this little baby home with me.

The girls and I were going to enjoy tasty delight at our weekly craft night.

I even took this picture to tell everyone how sweet my deal was.

Now I am going to tell you how this cake ended up costing me $20.00.

SSG has had a favorite knife.

His Santuku knife...

Me being super smart used his favorite knife to cut this cake.

Instead of oh I don't know

AN ACTUAL CAKE KNIFE!!!

On top of that,

I left his favorite knife inside the cake box!!!!

Then threw the left over cake away the next morning.

Without checking the box.

SSG was gone to Fort Dix at this time.

So no one noticed.

Until the next week.

When he went to cut potatoes.

And asked where his knife was.

Uhhhhh dur dur dur.

'Honey, you remember me telling you about the carrot cake?'

'Yes?'

'I used your knife to cut the cake. And left it in the cake box'

'Really?'

'Yes, I am really sorry'

But good news the knife has been replaced by three new santuku knifes thanks to HomeGoods.

And that is my short story.

Lesson learned?

Never use your husband's knife to cut cake.

Want to know the kicker to the story?

The cake was dry!