Three of the six of us living together had birthdays that fell during spring/summer, meaning we weren't gonna get to celebrate them together. And it wasn't fair. So we decided to pick random days to have a surprise unbirthday for Margie, Mikki, and me.
The day that we chose for Marjorie we had some problems though that we didn't quite anticipate.
The main problem being...she came home early from class. We were baking her a cake (yellow with chocolate frosting--her favorite), but wanted it to be a complete surprise. When there was about fifteen minutes left one of us spotted her out the kitchen window, obviously coming home. We scrambled like crazy people to try and figure out how to disguise the smell of cake in the oven. We opened all the windows and Sara ran around the entire apartment spraying our Febreeze so that the entire place smelled like "purple." Surprisingly this actually worked and Margie didn't suspect anything.
But then she parked herself in the kitchen and would not budge. How were we gonna sneakily get a cake out of the oven if she was sitting right there? We tried to secretly scheme different ways we could get her out long enough so we could smuggle the cake to a bedroom.
Lindsay went to her room and was yelling for Margie to come look at some new shoes she wanted to order online.
"What kind of shoes?" Margie yelled back.
"A new pair of Chucks!""I know what Chucks look like."
"No, these are really cool!"
"What do they look like?"
"You just have to come see!""I don't want to!"
We probably tried another couple little things, but nothing worked. It was like 5 minutes after we needed to take the cake and things got desperate.
Margie had put a couple slices of bread in the toaster. They popped up, she went to get them, and that's when Sara saved the day. She swooped in, grabbed the two slices of toast, and booked it to the opposite end of the apartment. Margie just stared at Sara standing at the other end of the hallway, smiling with a piece of toast in each hand. "Are you serious?"
The second Margie was headed out of the kitchen to retrieve her toast I grabbed a hot pad, retrieved the cake and ran to my room with it. Thankfully my room was the closest to the kitchen. I hid it in my closet and returned to see how things were playing out. Sara had successfully distracted Marjorie so she had no idea I had just taken her birthday cake out of the oven.
From there it was easy enough to secretly frost the cake and keep it hidden until later when it was time to party. Best part? We had baked the cake in a Care Bear shaped pan, but then we just frosted the entire thing with chocolate frosting. Can you imagine what that might look like? Something like this...
Yes. It looks like a giant turd. Actually it was very fitting. :)
It was also that night that 5 of us devoured 2 huge slices of asphalt pie at Winger's in about 3.345 seconds flat. The waitress literally turned around for a few minutes and then when she turned back it was all gone. Yes, thank you, we are ladies.
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