After you see the word "just" written on a cake enough times, you start to ask yourself, "How does this keep happening?"
I don't know. I honestly don't.
But it still cracks me up.
Sometimes I can't help imagining the conversation:
"What would you like the cake to say?"
"Just 'Happy Birthday.'"
(I see "Just Happy Birthday" so often that I'm starting to wonder if bakers think it's a "thing." You know, like Man Showers or Dubstep.)
Then there are the perils of ever thanking your baker:
Not to mention the perils of writing anything out with instructions, really:
And just like that, CC's hysterectomy cake would never be forgotten.
No, not "nothing ON IT," I mean just, you know, NOTHING.
You're killing me here.
Ok, what if I tell you to leave the cake blank?
As I suspected:
Thanks to Ginger E., Anony M., Jenny C., Nathan B., Nicole P., Cristina B., Kristen H., Erica, & Ross E., who know you can't take anything I say literally, because I only speak in similes. LIKE A BOSS.