If You Can't Laugh At Yourself, You Are Screwed

I was thinking this morning about things I've made that make me cringe.  I think we all have done it. A group of people is coming over, so you make that new recipe that you have never made before.  It doesn't work out, but you have to serve it since they are all waiting and there is nothing else to eat.  Or the time a friend is bringing over a new beau, and you make the most amazing Rack of Lamb.  When they walk in, you catch your breath as you read his "PETA" hat, and sweatshirt that says "If animals could talk, we would all be vegetarians".  The only thing to do in these situations, I think, is to laugh.  I always get a good chuckle out of things I do.  I am a complete klutz.  I trip over things that aren't there, and let's not get started about dropping things.  My husband calls it "The Ming Vase Syndrome", and I am completely sick with it.  I also have trouble sometimes with my judgement calls.  Let's take, for instance, the time I thought 4 glasses of Pinot Grigio after a catering gig was a good idea.  I found out the next day it wasn't.  Not a big deal, except I had my 16 year old nieces' Birthday Cake to put together for a party at 4pm.  And not just any cake.  She wanted a Peacock cake.  Right.  Did I mention I had left the design part of the cake for that morning since I was so busy with the catering gig from the night before?  Are you seeing my lack of judgement here?  So, hung over, I try to attack this peacock thing with all my might.  In my head, it was gorgeous, but I think I was still running on Pinot Grigio fumes, because what came out was this:

This is the part I cringe at.  My sweet niece declared she loved it, God help her, and I think she actually did, but peacock it is not.  Damn you Wine!  Not one of my finer moments.  To add insult to injury, she posted this on facebook, and a friend of hers described it as alien ships attacking a monster.  I agreed.  And then I laughed.

J~