Well, told DH to get the AC going in the car, as it's been close to 90 in Atlanta lately, went down with the cake, and halfway to my friend's house, look down, and a piece of the tiara had fallen off. By the time we got to her house, the whole tiara was a pile of sugar jewels and white chocolate, butterfly bodies and wings were falling off, and I was bawling my head off.
I ran in the house, cried for a while...ended up scraping off the chocolate pile and putting a cheesy plastic tiara on top that my friend just happened to have, and everyone said how pretty the cake was, but all the work I put into it wasn't even seen.
I barely made it home before I lost it, and locked myself in the bathroom to cry for a while. I feel like crap right now...I did get pics pre-disaster but I'm so upset now...Don't think DH understands that being prego isn't exactly helping me, as he says "why are you still crying?" Sigh. I'll post pics later but this may be my last cake.