Cake is difficult to get out of your ear.

I've started decorating wedding cakes as a way to make some extra play money. I decorated cakes in highschool, and had a hard time finding a decently priced baker for our wedding. So, I now do cakes for other poor brides, and have fun doing it.
The Husband has always been very supportive of whatever I want to do, and for this venture even bought me the huge cake pans I needed to get started. What a good guy!

A few weeks ago, I had a three tier, chocolate with white buttercream-icing due for a wedding. I was trying to get a head start on it, and had baked the bottom layer a few days in advance of when it needed to be delivered. The Husband was studying for school, I was in the kitchen, and life was domestic.
After the cake had cooled, I whipped up a batch of icing to put a crumb layer on the cake to keep it moist. I had put the second layer on the first, had the cream cheese filling in between the layers, and had the crumb layer on the cake. Being the multi-tasking wonderful wife I am, I went in to the living room to fold laundry while the crumb layer set a bit before I kept working on it. When I got back to the cake, a HUGE crater had settled in the middle of the cake. The cake was too moist, and the weight of the icing had caused a crack.
I must have let out a wail, as the Husband came behind me, wrapped his arms around me and started to tell me it was ok, that I had a few more days to finish the cake, and that everything was going to be fine. In an effort to show him how frusturated I was, I did a fake karate chop about six inches over the cake. I turned to look at him, and he had an evil grin on his face.
Moments later, he had grabbed my forearms and was proceeding to make me "play drums" in the crater filled cake. Ten or fifteen swats later, the cake was destroyed, my hands were covered in chocolate and icing, and I was laughing. But then I got an evil grin too....
Think about it, if you have a ruined cake, your counter is already covered in cake, your hands are covered in cake... What is the logical thing to do? I did a half turn, gave the Husband an extremely loving look, and proceeded to smush my cake and icing covered hand all over the right side of his face.
The next fifteen minutes were a blur of cake and icing. We grabbed handfulls of the cake and smeared it in each faces, hair, in ears and around the neck. Towards the end, the Husband was grabbing handfulls of cake and throwing them down my shirt. I was reaching around him and smearing his back, under his clothes, with chocolaty goodness.
As you can see from the pictures, the kitchen was a mess, the apartment was a mess, and the two of us were COMPLETELY a mess. The Husband had a couple days of stubble on his face, which the icing stuck to very efficiently, and my long hair was great for blending in the dark chocolate. It took us over an hour and a half to get things somewhat clean again.
For an entire week afterwards, every time I would clean out my ears, I'd find small bits of chocolate cake... That couldn't have been good... :-P