Sister’s party this year was a Play-doh theme. Lotsa bright colors. This girl loves play-doh and loves bright colors so it worked out wonderfully.

The party favors were my favorite part. Well, at first the cake was my favorite until about 1 hour before party time. Then, the favors became my favorite. I tend to really like the things that don’t give me any trouble. I tend to really dislike the things that do give me trouble.
Like I said, at first the cake was my favorite thing about the party..I thought it turned out pretty cute. The play-doh sign and her name were cut out of sugar sheets that I found in the cake section at Hobby Lobby. you just cut your shape and stick it on the icing. Easy.
Here’s why the cake fell out of my good graces. One hour before the party I look at the cake and nearly had a mild stroke. Who am I kidding? I had a stroke, heart attack and seizure all at the same time. The stupid sugar sheet SLID down the cake and pulled all the icing with it! Not sure how long I stood there staring at it, but I eventually got control of myself and began the tedious task of repairing the damage… 
This was the best I could do. The slightest pressure on this stuff and it riiiiiiiiiiips. I tore that sucker into three huge pieces, and that was being as careful as possible. Which is amazing in itself since I really wanted to hurl it through the kitchen window. While I was carefully trying to put it all back together I was sweating bullets and could hear my heartbeat roaring in my ears. I was also silently saying a gazillion prayers that Sister would not walk in the kitchen and see what had happened. She had already had a meltdown when I told her the puppy had chewed on her favorite red sparkly shoes….