I Was in Charge of the Cake for My Nephew's First Birthday. When We Brought It Out, We Realized Our Grave Mistake.
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I Was in Charge of the Cake for My Nephew's First Birthday. When We Brought It Out, We Realized Our Grave Mistake.
"Valerie and her husband both work long hours, and I was tasked with picking up Lenny's birthday cake from the bakery since I work from home and make my own schedule. My husband and I have two gay friends, "Bill" and "Lance," who are getting married in a few weeks, and our social circle threw them a wedding party with an erotic cake."
"Unbeknownst to me, my husband ended up reconfiguring things in the fridge to make room for some groceries he brought home Friday night and switched which shelves the cakes were on. To cut to the chase, we were running late on Saturday and ended up accidentally taking the erotic cake to Lenny's party. When it came time to remove it from the box, to say what we found inside was a surprise is to put it mildly."
"Valerie's in-laws are very religious, and her mother-in-law nearly fainted. My sister was beside herself with outrage and says we "forever destroyed" the memory of her son's first birthday, and she will never forgive us. I have tried explaining it was an accident, but she doesn't want to hear it and has blocked us. My parents have been no help and said we should have checked the cake before we left the house. Do you have any ideas for getting through to Valerie?"
The writer was asked to pick up a one-year-old nephew Lenny's birthday cake because the parents work long hours. The writer and spouse also collected an erotic wedding cake for friends and stored both cakes in their refrigerator. The spouse rearranged fridge shelves without the writer's knowledge, and the erotic cake was mistakenly taken to Lenny's party. The explicit cake shocked guests, particularly religious in-laws, and provoked intense outrage from Valerie, who has blocked the writer and vowed never to forgive them. Family members blamed the writer for not checking the cake, and the writer seeks ways to reconcile.
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