Last month, I botched a birthday cake because of a stupid, amateur mistake. (If you forgot, here it is.) My grandmother insisted that I remake the same cake for her birthday a month later. God help me, but a month later has come and gone. (Time goes TOO FAST. I hate it!) Basically, she gave me the opportunity for a do-over. I don't know to what degree that was her actual intent, but life doesn't ever give many people do-overs so I took advantage of it.
No major disasters. Finalmente. I love me a do-over.