This cookie cake is the visual equivalent of cruising down a smooth, freshly paved highway... and having your front tire fall off:
Oooh. So close.
This one's more like tripping and falling in front of a bunch of people, then getting up like nothing happened and limping off with a whistle just to show you meant to do that:
Bad news, Moms-To-Be: you're about to experience painful contractions.
Ahh, but nothing, NOTHING compares to reading this last cake aloud:
And that's how you sound like a Southern Belle wishing her hoo-haw a happy birthday, y'all.
Thanks to Melissa B., Desiree P., & Deedra G. for inflicting that fabulous new nickname on Virginias everywhere.
And from my other blog, Epbot: