All of you out there that do this out of their homes might understand this one! Last night I was working on my daughters Boots the Monkey cake for her birthday. I wasnt finished but was too tired to work on it so I decided I was going to put him away until tomorrow. So my second refrigerator, that is outside in my garage, is where I put my cakes. So I balanced Boots in one hand and opened my fridge to find that my husband had stocked it FULL of beer! So I was one handed trying to balance the cake and unload the fridge. I finally got the second shelf unloaded and went to slide Boots in and his ears and hair fell off and broke! Then where his hair was the fondant cracked! I was so ticked! I felt like smashing the cake in my husbands face!! So when I went upstairs to tell him that Boots needed a trip to the hospital he replied" Why didnt you say something? I could of helped you!" This is coming from a man who was laying in bed playing his video game at 8pm!!

Sorry to hear about your cake troubles! Sounds like my hubby, though! He doesn't mind helping, but he always offers after I've done what would have been helpful (he has an XBox in our room...I definitely understand the video game issue!!! I only wish I had time to play!)