Tipsy Cake? Topsy Cake? Turvy Cake?

This

was on the front seat of this
Sunday morning. Of course this is not really our car, my camera was also on the front seat, next to the amazing cake, being towed away from the tamaleria. While running in to buy birthday party lunch on the way to the beach, our car was hoisted onto a tow truck; no parking at the Dunkin' Donuts for tamales. First Jack looked in the window, to check on the cake, then he stood in front of the truck and demanded they give our car, and our cake back. They argued, he stood firm, refused to move, refused to let them take away his daughters' beautiful beach birthday cake. I think he was prepared to go to jail for this cake. And when he was about to negotiate a trade, the car for the cake, they dropped the car, clearly tired of dealing with a crazed father on birthday party day.

We were only 30 minutes late to our own party, how about that? The cake survived, nary a scratch or smudge, and it tasted as good as it looked.

Amazing cake courtesy of Tipsy Cake.