This is one funny story!

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 a dusty old angel food cake mix in the back
of her kitchen cabinet 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 and not wanting anyone to think she was
not the perfect woman able to handle all things at all times or that,
God forbid, she was not participating in her church's bazaar, 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 headed for
work, Alice woke her daughter Amanda and gave her some money and
specific instructions 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,
ridiculed. She would have to move again! 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 attended a 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 to get 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 a beautiful cake!" Alice, who was still stunned and trying
to formulate what words she would use to explain the situation, 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, "There is a God".