Freud Would Have A Field Day
Or as we like to call her, "Tripod."
(That was the most family-friendly joke I could come up with. HI, MOM.)
If you write online a lot, then this next one is for you.
The problem with ordering via e-mail:
Now, everyone laughing, go ahead and explain it to the rest of the class.
Sarah sent in her wedding cake as a "missed mark" wreck, but to be honest, I'm a lot more interested in her choice of table decor:
Please tell me you cut the cake with the Klingon bat'leth, Sarah. PLEASE.
Giving new meaning to the name "dump truck:"
What a load of... ooh, hey, icing!
"Uh, you guys, Jimmy's cake is a little... off... don't you think?"
"Well, we weren't going to say anything, but yeah."
"Think he knows?"
Oh, HE KNOWS.
Before you ask, this kid's name was Finn. FINN.
[wincing] Oooh, not good.
I'm guessing Trey snapped this pic right before the cake was hit by lightning.
And while we're talking botched names, look what the baker did to poor Tucker:
(Seriously. HOW IS THAT A 'T'?!)
Thanks to Betsy P., Cindy T., Sarah K., Jane P., Bobbie C., Trey P., & Carri C. for putting all our childhood nick names in perspective.
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P.S. Since this saved my butt during a long painting day recently, I have a random product recommendation:
No Buckle No-Show Stretch Belt
This is my new favorite belt, y'all. It basically turns anything with belt loops into an elastic waist. So comfy I forget it's on, slimline so it doesn't show under my t-shirts, and NO BELT BUCKLE to dig into my belly or unbuckle for bathroom breaks. Woohoo!
You know how stretch jeans are forever sliding down when you sit or bend, so you have to keep hitching them back up? No more! I wear this with all my jeans now. It's entirely elastic, so it moves and stretches with you, zero painful digging. I HIGHLY recommend for anyone well endowed with squish in the belly area.
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And from my other blog, Epbot:
