Am I ready to laugh about this yet?

Okay, some background (bear with me, I will try to set the scene as quickly as I can).

One of my very close family friends is horse mad and celebrated her 21st last night. All she wanted for her birthday was a rearing unicorn cake. This was because, as a child, she had always wanted said rearing unicorm cake and never received it. Instead, she got a sqaure cake, iced green with a plastic horse jammed on top. Not quite the same.

So for her very special birthday my husband and I set up an elborate gag with her mum, Vicki. We ordered a unicorn cake (sadly not rearing but it would appear this physically cannot be done!) in secret and told her my husband, Justin, would be making her cake. Vicki and I made the 'gag' cake - a sqaure cake, iced green and decorated by Justin with plastic horses on top - haha. The plan was for the green cake to be presented after the speeches then, after the birthday girl registered her disappointment, the real, gorgeous unicorn cake would be carried out.

Still with me?

So last night we were excitedly getting ready for the party. Green gag cake ready to go: check. Stunning unicorn cake delivered by professional cake maker: check. Birthday girl hidden away in her bedroom at her house: check. Justin and I just needed to drive each cake the km up the road to hide them at the birthday girl's house / party venue. We load Cate into the car, Justin sits in the passenger seat with the green cake on his lap, the unicorn cake is waiting on our bench. Off we go.

Five minutes later we return to our house to collect stunning unicorn cake. Except...the front door is open. Uh oh. I didn't give it much thought as I ran inside and sprinted upstairs to fetch something insignificant. Moments later I hear Justin stutter "Jesus Christ". My heart sinks, tummy flips and I race for the stairs...half way down I see it.

Our black lab had entered the house during our five minute absence and had EATEN HALF OF THE FREAKING PERFECT UNICORN CAKE!!!!!!

Cue hysterical hyperventilating topped with a feeling that I was about to vomit and faint at the same time. Mass hysteria. Oh my freaking GOD.

Long story short: we called Vicki down for emergency cake repairs. This involved Justin and Vicki cutting away all the dog spit affected areas, clearing off the black dog hair, stuffing that cake with cheap tea cake and covering the lot with ready to roll white icing. I couldn't look and was hiding with Cate in her bedroom. She was hysterically screaming (could obviously sense my upset) and I wanted to. We made a great pair.

Fortunately, the original gag was carried off wonderfully when the time came. The green gag trick worked its magic and when the slightly mauled unicorn cake was presented the birthday girl screamed with delight. People swore to me you could hardly tell it had been mauled by a dog...I am yet to be convinced.

Many champagnes later though my care factor was considerably less!

Today the birthday girl and her mum came for a visit and a laugh about the whole situation. I'm just not sure if I'm there yet!!!!

That's the birthday girl up the top by the way with her semi-perfect unicorn cake and her gag green cake. If you look closely at the unicorn cake you can see the repair job. Thank God the freaking dog didn't decide to eat the unicorn's face or we would have been screwed!