Sports fans, are you worried you've picked a crappy caterer for the big game this weekend?
THERE'S YOUR SIGN.
'Course everyone knows Super Bowl parties are mostly about the food, so I guess it makes sense to have two pools of milk battling it out with colorful spatulas:
(No lie, it took me a solid ten seconds to realize that's NOT what this is.)
I'm still having trouble with team names, so somebody remind me:
Who is Sea Hawles, and why did Pac-Man have to die for him?
I do remember the Colts, though, because there's a young boy named Jack who is a huge Colts fan.
Unfortunately for Jack, though, if you write "Colts" a bit sloppily on the order form it can end up looking like a much different word:
It's a shame Jack couldn't switch with 6-year-old Reagan, who just wanted a pretty horse and flowers on HER cake:
On the plus side, Mom and Dad, I don't think Reagan wants a pony anymore.
Best of luck to both teams this weekend, and remember: Whatever happens, we can all take comfort in knowing there's only one real loser:
(I need to find the baker who did this, and shake her hand.)
Thanks to Sharyn H., Tara M., Kristy F., Sarah B., Jennifer F., & April M. for bringing her best game face.