The Expected Case of the Absent Cake

You could say my husband Ted, at times, is a Christian fatalist. Oh, not the type who eventually goes agnostic, as one writer asserts can happen, but the happy sort. The kind who insists that his Type-A prone bride anticipate something will inevitably go wrong at their wedding ... and does it all with a smile and a no-big-deal shrug.

If you think I'm joking, let's rewind a little over 11 years and pretend you're a fly on the wall. Here's what you would have heard.

Ted: "You know something's bound to go wrong at our wedding, right?"

Me: "Yeah? Like what?"

Ted: "Oh, I don't know. Like maybe the bakery will forget to make our cake."

Me: "I doubt that. Do you think that ever really happens?"

Turns out it does.

You see there we were, just a week or so later, with two hours and counting until our nuptials.

Decorations? Check.

Food? Check.

Punch? Check.

Live music? Check.

Cake? Um ... anyone know where the cake is?

[Read the rest of the article at Start Marriage Right.]