Surprise Cake!

I keep meaning to post this but all these other things I have to complain about keep getting in the way. If you are wondering, I am still dreaming about having a mixer. I need one. NEED. Anyway, back to the cake. My mom loves rainbows, as do I. My grandma Sorensen always makes this amazing rainbow jello that takes hours and looks so awesome when it is finished, I have always loved it. As a matter of fact, I wasn't a huge fan of jello until grandma's rainbow jello. In November, I stumbled upon a website with a rainbow layered cake. Watterfalls of drool poured from my mouth as I tried to come up with a reason to make this. I knew better than to make it for Nick's birthday. I instantly thought of my mom but could hardly stand to wait that long to try it, but I did. I had to recruit a set of extra hands and of course it would be the Ace of Cakes, Alisha. We went and picked up all the ingredients the night before my mom's birthday, which happened to be a Saturday night. We did all sorts of things wrong so I will just start from the beginning, which happened to be at the convenient time of 10 PM. First we mixed all the cake mix together and separated it into six different bowls, then we colored each cake mix until we got the perfect colors. The purple somehow got cut off from the picture. How could I? Once we did this, we were ready to bake! How easy I thought... First problem, I only bought one round cake pan to make a "supposed to be six" layered cake, making it so that we could only cook one layer at a time. I banged my head twice on the granite counter top. Oh well, in went the first layer. We decided to play some guitar in between layers so we weren't just sitting there drooling over bowls full of colorful cake mix. The red layer was complete so we popped it out and poured in the orange mix, here is the second mistake, we forgot to spray the pan... twenty minutes later when we went to pop it out, half fell out and the other half crumbled into a sad heap on the plate. I slammed my head in the oven door. Here is the third mistake, I was so mad that I decided we should eat all the orange cake since we couldn't just throw it away. The flour in my stomach reacted like a monkey banging cymbals while rollerblading to Vanilla Ice's Ice Ice Baby. We continued on with the rest of the colors flawlessly. I figured the hard part was over once we had them all finished and in the refrigerator for the night. It was a little after 2 AM so we had to call it quits. I have the dreaded late church so that gave us plenty of time to frost the cake in the morning, so I thought... We had frosted in between all of the layers without very many crumbles to spoil the surprise, I had gone around the outside and the top and we were beaming at the sight of the finished product. I was going around the cake and giving it a little texture and just when I did the very last swirl... the cake tipped over off the cake stand and went rolling across the table. Yes, I did cuss. Loudly. Lucky for us, none of the cake broke so I picked it up and put it back on the plate and off we went to break the sabbath for three more tubs of frosting. I think this was justifiable, don't judge me. This is my mother's birthday cake we are talking about. After we got back, I frosted it even more carefully and threatened anyone that even thought of breathing within twenty feet of the cake. It was finished, finally. Transporting the cake was horrifying but we made it, and it paid off. My mom had no idea and that in itself was worth it.