Pssssst. You guys. I don't want to scare anyone, but I think Jen may be losing it.
I'm home with the flu, and my husband — who GAVE it to me — has me on house arrest until the fever breaks and I'm "lucid" — his word, not mine. He doesn't get that I'm actually way sharper when I have a teensy fever. It's like that Bikram Yoga stuff. You know, the kind they do in the 105° rooms: the heat loosens you up and gets you way more flexible.
Since I'm stuck here, I figured I'd do some Bikram Cake Wrecks. But I can't find any wrecks! Everything Jen's tagged as a wreck is gorgeous! I think the pressure of turning out a daily blog is finally getting to her...
Don't they look cozy? And with three babies you can avoid some of that ugly squabbling over who gets the head. Perfect.
Look at this sweet little leopard, napping in the forest while the fireflies glow.
Adorable! He's even got a widdle-bitty pet fork! And what a clever idea to mash all the cupcakes together like that - you even get extra frosting under the wrappers!
This re-telling of Cannonball Run is brilliant:
It would have been so confusing without the extra birthday sign and airplane, though. Now, the plot's crystal clear!
OK, I'll admit this one has an error.
That should be a #2, not a 1, but the workmanship is excellent.
This is a perfect representation of Spongebob doing the Running of the Bulls in Pamplona:
It's a great way to teach your kids about Spanish culture, and if Spongebob gets gored no one really gets hurt -- 'cuz he's squishy!
See? Jen's losing it! What should I do?
(Do you think john (thoJ) knows?)
Maybe I'll write her a song explaining the problem, right after I fix the Bugblatter Beast a sandwich.
(What? Jen's been losing it for a while, but he's hungry now.)
Thanks to Gretchen W., Nancy M., Laura H., Wendy E., Wendy R., Ginger G., and Anne-Marie L. for feverishly scouring their local bakeries for today's stunners.