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the little white lie

Thanks Dawn!

Have you ever told a white lie? You are going to love
this--especially all of the ladies who bake for church events.

Alice Grayson was to bake a cake for the Baptist Church ladies' group

bake sale in Tuscaloosa, but she forgot to do it until the last minute.

She remembered it the morning of the bake sale and after rummaging
through cabinets she found an angel food cake mix and quickly made
it while drying her hair and dressing and helping her son Bryan pack
up for Scout camp.

But when Alice took the cake from the oven, the center had dropped
flat and the cake was horribly disfigured. She said, "Oh dear, there's
no time to bake another cake."

This cake was so important to Alice because she did so want to fit
in at her new church, and in her new community of new friends.

So, being inventive, she looked around the house for something to
build up the center of the cake.

Alice found it in the bathroom -- a roll of toilet paper.

She plunked it in and then covered it with icing. Not only did the

finished product look beautiful, it looked perfect!

Before she left the house to drop the cake by the church and head
for work, Alice woke her daughter Amanda and gave her some money

and specific inst ructions to be at the bake sale the minute it opened
at 9:30, and to buy that cake and bring it home.

When the daughter arrived at the sale, she found that the attractive
perfect cake had already been sold.

Amanda grabbed her cell phone and called her Mom. Alice was
horrified she was beside herself. Everyone would know, what would

they think?

Oh, my she wailed! She would be ostracized, talked about,

All night Alice lay awake in bed thinking about people pointing
their fingers at her and talking about her behind her back.

The next day, Alice promised herself that she would try not to
think about the cake and she would attend the fancy luncheon/bridal
shower at the home of a friend of a friend and try to have a good time.

Alice did not really want to attend because the hostess was a snob
who more than once had looked down her nose at the fact that Alice

was a single parent and not from the founding families of Tuscaloosa,

but having already RSVP 'd she could not think of a believable excuse
to stay home.

The meal was elegant, the company was definitely upper crust old
South... and to Alice's horror, the CAKE in question was presented
for dessert.

Alice felt the blood drain from her body when she saw the cake, she
started, out of her chair to rush to tell her hostess all about it, but

before she could get to her feet, the Mayor's wife said,

"What beautiful cake!"

Alice, who was still stunned, sat back in her chair when she heard
the hostess (who was a prominent church member) say, "Thank you,

I baked it myself."

Alice smiled and thought to herself, "GOD is good."


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Mary Haught:

That is so funny, could you see the look on that womans face when she cuts into that cake?


I've read that one before. But, I honestley think I'll never get tired of reading it! It it a good on...

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