…and then…

I opened my car door and I picked up my cupcake carrier by the handle… and everything dropped.

I was so devastated I could cry. I probably did cry. 

(that’s me in the purple) A couple of teachers helped me salvage the cupcakes, and my dignity, while laughing. Really it was quite comical. 

More than half ended up being perfectly fine, just a lot less pretty, and I just wiped the frosting off the rest and left a note on them briefly explaining their appearance and all was well.