Frosting Emergency

My dad called yesterday morning (while I was at yoga class, thank you very much!) and asked that I call him back as soon as possible because he had a "frosting emergency." Several hours later, my husband gave me the message, and we laughed for a minute about what it could possibly be - honestly, who has a frosting emergency?

Turns out what my dad had actually said was that he had an "ice-ing" emergency. Ice, as in I-C-E, as in: when one has a muscle injury, when should you ice it and when should you apply heat? Well, by the time we got done laughing about the message I had received, I learned that my sister was able to help him and so the situation was taken care of.

And we ALL agreed that, gee, we could really go for a piece of cake! With frosting, naturally. :)