For my (now husband, then boyfriend)'s birthday I had made a lemon chiffon cake with a whipped cream frosting. I had decked the two layers in delcious, light whippped cream and set it on a pretty cake stand then planned to take it to the fridge in our garage so it wouldn't get ruined by the Florida heat while we all ate dinner. I moved to open the door, cake stand in one hand, when the top layer of the cake had a different idea and moved in the opposite direction and PLOPPED onto the floor. My mother quickly came over and scooped it up (her floors are literally clean enough to eat off of), scraped the whipped cream off and then refrosted it. At this point I am laughing too hard and am no help. She fixes the cake while my sister cleans the whipped cream off the floor and closes the door. My mother then goes to put the cake in the fidge, opens the door, and loses the top layer again. Thankfully we still had whipped cream and a better idea on how to transport it. It was still delicious and he was none the wiser until much later.

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