Flight Of The Pee-Pee Knees

Somehow Connie's friend ended up with the nickname "Pee Knees," and I think I speak for us all, Connie, when I say we don't need that back story.

Still, you know what's worse than being nicknamed "Pee Knees"?

When your baker rises to the occasion and bursts forth in gloriously misapplied phonics:

In her defense, it IS pretty hard.

To spell, I mean.

Pervs.

Hey Connie, were there also cake pops?

'Cuz I bet these would fit right in.

Signed,

Your Number One Fan:

...giving you the finger.

(Hang on, that was seriously for a one-year-old? WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO?!)

[Unintentional pun heyooooooo]

Thanks to Connie S., Darla S., & Jess H. for making my double entendres count.

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P.S. Something about these cakes reminds me of those shiny blue balls that keep your produce fresh. Have you seen these?

Blueapple Freshness Saver Balls

Just pop one in your crisper drawer and the other in your fruit bowl, and these will absorb the ethylene gas that quickens ripening, so all your fruits and veg stay fresh longer. Seems like witchcraft, I know, but go check the thousands of rave reviews: apparently they really work! Each set lasts 3 months, and you get 2 apples for $13.

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And from my other blog, Epbot:

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: