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Spacing: The FINAL frontier.

These are the travesties of the bakers-who-don't-plan-ahead-well.

Plus the ones who like to center-justify their text so each line only has four letters each, because, yeah, THAT makes sense.

(Great. Now I really want there to be a band named the Cong Rats.)

Or how about just three letters each?

Que?

I know how those long words can sneak up on you, bakers, but the important thing is to make sure everything is legible and spelled correctly:

Oooh, so close.

Less close.

You're kidding, right?

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE??

 Ahem.

Then there are the bakers who get their spacing right, but throw in a dash anyway:

Dash it all!

And, uh, this person:

Oooh, if only there'd been more space for the baker to work with!

 And finally, there are the bakers who are just batpoop insane:

Forget the writing - I want to know what that drippy brown spot is.

Or...do I?

o.0

Thanks to Krissy K., 

Christine D., 

Justine J., 

Chris & Jessica, 

Deborah B., Carl J., Marina C., Angela W., Bronwyn G., & Angie W. for really exploring the
bakery space.

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And from my other blog, Epbot:

Getting EXACTLY What You Ask For

Ever wonder how a wreck gets ordered?

"I'd like a dragon cake, and could you have it breathing flame onto the cake board?"

"...And her name is Jayce. Like Joyce, but with an 'a,' not an 'o.'"

(For the longest time I couldn't figure out what "a-noPanO" meant. Finally I gave up and looked up the original e-mail.)

"Oh, you're writing this down? Great. Just write, 'Good luck, Kim.' And in big letters, could you add 'Have fun!' on the form, too? Thanks!"

"I'd like it to say, 'Thank you, Lord.' Just put 'Thank you' on one side of the cross, and 'Lord' on the other."

(I don't think the wreckerator understands the true gravity of this situation.)

"I'd like it to have 'Happy Birthday, Dad,' and under that a king of hearts playing card."

It turns out that in this bakery, a picture is only worth five words.

Thanks to Abigail, Jim K., Nikolaos J., Misty K., & Kelly C., who was secretly hoping for an "Under Neat That" on the last cake. Weren't you, Kelly? It's ok, you can admit it; I was, too.

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P.S. Here's a (hilarious) reminder that English is almost as confusing as these cakes:

P Is for Pterodactyl: The Worst Alphabet Book Ever

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And from my other blog, Epbot: